They say there are places in a man’s heart that does not exist and only when suffering gets into it, they start to live. I would say, there are places in a woman’s heart also that don’t exist and only when happiness enters it, they start to live.
Woman, the most enigmatic, delicate, beautiful and the strongest beings on the planet. Beings who carry a whole universe within them and expand to give birth to another universe in form of a baby. Isn’t it magical?
I too have a universe within me and there are definitely places that are uncharted, places that are waiting to be discovered and seen, places that are desperately waiting to be loved and even more desperate to love me back.
What could quench the thirst of my parched soul? Is it self discovery or looking face to face at the wounds I always pushed and buried. Visiting the places of my heart that I was scared to even look at wondering what beast it would unveil. Today, as I mustered the courage to finally address the wounds and acknowledge the places in my heart, I see a beautiful garden of love, compassion, empathy. And, I am happy to have gone through the most gut wrenching experiences of my life because without them, I wouldn’t have discovered this whole new universe within me, waiting to expand, grow, heal and love.
Smita in words 