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Updated: Feb 12

By Ankita Sah

How's pain?

Someone asked me again.

" Pain.." I wondered,

Being thoughtless for a while...


Is actually full of thoughts.


An ocean so deep, you do not know if you will resurface.

You keep diving it in, at times finding some solace.

But those moments are too short. Soon darkness takes over.

And a battle starts, making you hope and pray that it rather gets over.

You shiver and shudder, when the short-lived cheers start to disappear,

And with tears think of the days when things were a lot better.


Why me?

You ask.

But there's no reply.


Why me?

You question in vain.

As this is something that can’t be explained.


But this pain is here with an intent.

There's no escape.

It demands to be felt.


You did stumble and fall, and probably this was the biggest of all.

Lying in dirt, you see the world around you moving fast,

while yours has come to a halt..!


But in this stillness, you see true faces.

Veils come down,

You know who really care and who leave as darkness approaches.


Sometimes with trembling hands you grab a pen to write,

because you cannot help the quiver in your voice.

This is the best way for emotions to flow,

a pause in crying would probably get some facial glow.


It’s difficult to write in bed though, almost paralyzed.

So you wait for that time, when you would get back up on your feet again.


Nothing is permanent after all, be it sunshine or rain.

But when that morning arrives, after this dark night,

you know it will never be the same.


When you look at yourself in the mirror you will see some scars.

They will fade away slowly, though it might take a while..

for the ones that are in the heart.


You might have lost a lot, but there's something that you would have gained.

An immense strength that a few are blessed to have,

And the scars will remind you of the battles that you have fought.


Standing in-front of you would be a survivor, with eyes shining brighter.

And greeting that beauty, who is now standing tall,

you will probably exclaim -

How was that pain?

By Ankita Sah

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Abhinav Bino
Feb 16
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.



Asim Chandra
Asim Chandra
Feb 15
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Amazing! Makes me nostalgic of my own struggles.


Avirup Mukherjee
Avirup Mukherjee
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Loved it!


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Hit the spot


Feb 15
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Very beautifully penned your feelings.

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