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When one is lonely and lost in this fast paced world and one’s heart is squeezed with the sorrow of the dear ones not near, missing their presence and developing into a pain within the heart, growing and finally fermenting into a memory, a sweet memory of yore when their presence was not very special to one as it is now bringing forth a smile escaping one’s lips.

When one is exhausted and resigned to rest after a game of cricket under the searing sun, impervious but the clamorous pain on the hurting knee or a cramp on the shoulder muscle questioning the need to endure such pain; that pain fills one’s mind with the moments of glory and a sense of pride for the seamless effort very much appreciated and applauded.


After a refreshing work out in the gym when one carries along a tinge of sharp pain, a pain always acknowledged at a sense of touch or the slightest movement of the muscles but a sure shot reminder of muscle growth, envisioning a physique as that of the Greek Gods.


When one’s conscience is burdened with the guilt of a wrongdoing, a pain that rouses as one is reprimanded(flogged rather..!) for the sin and the guilt borne with it, filling the eyes with tears and the same time washing away the pangs of guilt freeing one’s conscience from the sin.


And the labour pains endured to bless a new life into this world, pains can certainly be painful but they leave you as a better human being. Pain is God’s way of teaching one how much one means to Him, to others, how much others mean to one, how special it is breathing every moment in this world… Pain is God’s way of blessing us…


A sweet thought like a sweet pain…


5 important lessons to learn from a humble pencil.

  1. It tells you that everything you do will always leave a Mark.
  2. You can always correct the mistake you make.
  3. The important thing in life is what you are from inside and not from outside.
  4. In life you will undergo painful sharpening which will make you better in whatever you do
  5. Finally, to be the best you can be, you must allow yourself to be held and guided by the hand that holds you.

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5 Responses
  1. Anonymous Says:

    "dear ones not near "
    Is it me ?

    your,
    chatha face :)


  2. Unknown Says:

    @anonymous
    I used a plural form..
    there are many.. :P


  3. RAM-D Says:

    when I saw traces of some sweet pain when you miss somebody...I thought you were one more victim of 'love' but...u'v aptly written about situations where pain is really sweet.
    Good.

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  4. Anonymous Says:

    u wrote too well.. :)
    read it many times!

    menti:D


  5. Unknown Says:

    @menti

    Thanks..!! :)