The battle you are in is not for you alone but also for everyone around. They always say, they know it is not easy. They tell you to be patient. They reassure you everything is going to be okay. They say the pain is temporary.
That makes you wonder – do they really know how you feel? Your everyday stuggles? Your fears? Your pain?
Then you ask yourself – will I ever recover? Again and again you cry when no one is looking. You feel alone in this battle.
We may not fully understand you… We may not feel your pain… We may walk in different shoes… We may not have the best words to comfort you…But we care as much as you do. And we pray for you…
You are not alone.
There is always hope.
You are a warrior the moment you decided to see a doctor.
The hope is to never give up – all of us.
We sat there
The two of us
Quietly sipped our tea
Not knowing what to say
Anxious and worried
We just stared at each other
We talked through our eyes;
If only you could read my mind
If only you could understand this silence
I was actually telling you and me,
This might be the closure
In these few days to come
You’ve just got to believe me
I am strong, don’t you see?
Photo : tea time@home with him. My bread puding with papaya
It wasn’t the price or the beauty
Because I am not an artist
It was the story
It was my journey
The memories and images that emerged
On every stroke on the blank canvas
On every single details and colours
When I was struggling with my tremors
When I was in constant fear of losing
Painting was part of my therapy
For physical and emotional recovery
It was real challenge for me and my family
Tears has been shed along the way
An patience has been tested
But we managed to sail through
That is what makes them valuable
…. the missing paintings.