The Mind Creative
Pain arrived unannounced with all his sodden bags and
bedding. A long-lost blood from a far, misty, mystical hilly
town, where the valley perennially drips wet. Like a primitive
bushman, oblivious to a city's ways and flows, Pain imposed
and interrupted. Pain arrived. Uninvited. Unannounced.
Often at the quiet of night, he could be heard stealthily
working, pouring raw-salty waters and sawing through
something heavy, cold, something metallic. Heart-wrenchingly
slowly, invading her senses subtly, as though performing
alchemy of some sort, to induce tremors of heart and
wretchedness she was uninitiated to. He could be heard sawing
through something cold, something metallic.
Life began to lose sense of reality
and bemoaned to get the flow back.
Little did she know that there was
no return for this blood. Pain was
here to stay with all his sodden
bags and bedding.
Little did she know that a time was
to come when she will form an
unprecedented bond with Pain,
heart-achingly beautiful and rare.
Bond of one umbilical chord. A bond
that is all consuming, irrevocable.
Little did she know that her
encounter with Pain would be a rare
privilege of all her sojourns on this
earth. That she is entitled to him.
‘She is entitled to him’.
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