Trust – is it redeemable?

TRUST… they say, once broken, is hard to mend. The pain is excruciating, and it can be unbearable too.
TRUST… it is not given freely. For some, it takes years to build. Even it happens in an instant, once shattered it will take longer to repair. If only it is repairable. Things will never be the same again – the wound though it is healed, the scar remains. So, how can one forget what causes the scar ?
TRUST, even if it can be redeemed, will not bring one to the place he or she once belonged. Does forgiveness mean one can start over ? And all the faults can be forgotten? Is the trust redeemable ?
TRUST, once broken, makes one very cautious. There will be invisible walls everywhere. One may not see, but the distance can be felt. The gap is forever marked. And the walls get higher as one tries to come closer. So, one will not live in the torment of a broken trust (again).
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*bedtime rambling for my ‘a word a day & personal opinion” – forcing myself to write.

Dare to dream : Book

Book cover
My first book (2016)

I had the manuscript ready, hidden in my dropbox for months.
I dared not turn them into reality. I feared of rejections.
I was at a stage that I needed positivity to go on.
A rejection letter would just bring my world crashing down.

However, time flies fast, waiting for no one. I might not be able to catch up.
I told myself – I have to act now. I might not have another chance.
Even if it meant a rejection, at least I had taken a chance and given it a try instead of simply wondering… what if…

Luck was with me, the manuscript was accepted on the first attempt. That acceptance had given me positive energy and helped in my recovery.

It is now 4 months since the manuscript was accepted. My recovery is progressing.

Writing the book itself (Dec 2014 – 2015) was a therapeutic process and getting it published (2016) is a dream come true.

The Doctor is Sick

Can i hug you Doctor?

A knocked on my door.

A lady came in
And sat in front of me
Tears started to fall
She looked worried
Before I could say anything
“Can I hug you Dr?”

I held her hands tight.

“My husband is in the ICU,
I just need a hug…
My children are waiting in the car
I don’t want them to see me like this”

After a while….
“I now feel better. Thank you Dr”
And she left….with a smile on her face.

I was touched. She taught me something that day….action speaks louder than words.

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Photo : morning drive (march2015)
# let us be like the sun