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Dear,
This to remind you of how you never stopped climbing. How you’d limp with every last iota of your scarce energy, and hold in tears till your bold brown eyes would turn claret red. You’d wake up every morning with a sore body and jump straight into the freezing lake, knowing well that it would sting like a thousand needles on your parched skin. But you’d embrace the pain of your strained muscles and failure with a smile.
No one understood you completely, but you never bothered to be comprehended anyways. You knew how the dead-end awaited its laughingstock every evening, and yet you never stopped climbing. You let it look at your pale face and sweaty body and tell you how it pitied your wasted efforts, and you still never stopped visiting. The arctic wind blowing down your neck would leave you cold as death, but you never feared the eternal rest.
Now that you’ve savoured the bitterness of failure and the sweet aftertaste of perennial pain, I wonder what the cosmos conspires to throw your way next. Your body would recover, albeit somewhat slowly, and impatience would soon make inroads into your knees.
So, this is to remind you of how you never stopped climbing to the mountain top just to watch the myriad stars in the night sky and feel a little closer to the moon. This is to remind you of the beauty of perseverance, and that a tired body never wins against a mind that craves euphoria and a heart that’s doomed to lose control.
Sending you strength,
The ‘you’ who doesn’t believe in giving up!
© Arundhati 2020
