Meera trudged on the sloping hills, walking barefoot. Thorns dug deep into her soft skin, tearing the flesh, and the wounds were deep. Blood oozed from her feet, her clothes were torn, and there were bruises on her elbows and knees. Her hair was open and messy. Meera’s tear-stained face hinted at the inner turmoil she was going through. Thorny bushes and sharp stones filled the path, and the hill meandered snake-like, making the climb difficult.
Meera’s heart pounded when she reached the pinnacle. She stood on the edge of the cliff, her breath bated, her eyes swollen from crying, her legs bleeding. The sun’s rays touched Meera’s face, and her open locks of hair waved with the gush of fresh air.
Meera squinted her eyes and saw a river meandering through the green mountain range. The golden canopy seemed to caress the peaks. Tinged in gold, the mountains danced to the serene tranquility of nature. From afar, it seemed like the sky was kissing the mountains, and the flying birds sang songs, waiting for a moment of ethereal embrace between the hills and the sky.
A gush of wind calmed Meera’s agitated mind, and she sat on a rock, engulfed by the calmness that nature’s beauty gave her. Soaking in its mellow rhythm, she heard her inner voice. Meera had never seen such a beautiful sight before. Nature’s grandeur enchanted her, bringing her the solace she sought more out of desperation than desire.
“What are you doing here alone on the mountain, far from home?” her inner voice asked. Tears rolled down her eyes, washing away the hurt that ached her heart. She cried, cupping her face with her hands.
Amid her sobs, she heard her inner voice, gentle yet firm: “Are you feeling better after releasing the pain you had harbored within?”
Meera sighed and tried to answer, her voice quivering with pain and anger. “I want to end my life. The pain is stinging my heart, and I cannot endure it anymore.”
“Take a deep breath and close your eyes,” the inner voice calmly said. After a long pause, it continued, “What makes you think so? Is death the solution to all your problems?
“God has created you for a purpose, and that purpose directs you toward your deeds, even if your vision blurs and you lose sight of your goal. I am here to guide you, holding your hand firmly.” The words comforted Meera. They soothed her disturbed mind. She felt like hugging her inner voice and sitting quietly under the shade of a tree.
Meera felt calmness engulfing her as she sat on a grassy patch in a resplendent garden where wildflowers blossomed and butterflies fluttered. The wind carried the freshness, and sparrows twittered in their nests, their fledglings chirping under the canopy of their mother’s wings, tucked safely away from the glare of the cruel world.
Anish had jilted Meera, pushing her to the edge of an emotional upheaval from which she felt there was no return. It marked the end of a world she had created with her beloved Anish. Meera had given her all to sustain the broken wheels of a relationship that never served her. She felt drained, emotionally and physically. Meera thought of ending her life, seeing it as the only solution to a failed relationship and a crumbling life.
But the warm embrace of Meera’s inner voice made her realize the mistake she was about to commit, and hence, she surrendered herself to the gentle guidance of her conscience.
Her inner voice started on a positive note: “Meera, love is unconditional and hued in colors only seen by the one who does it with genuine intentions. Love never hurts; rather, it liberates you from the clutches of desires. All forms of love are sourced in self-love, and you see the sheen of love harnessed in every being you love.”
“Why did Anish betray me? I loved him, didn’t I?” Meera’s voice cracked, and a lone tear settled on her cheek. Her face gleamed in the sun’s radiance, and the strands of her silky hair waved with the breeze. The turmoil within her had settled. She tended to the bruises on her body and foot.
“You have loved someone wholeheartedly and with pure intentions. The love you give will return to you in some form. You have to wait patiently for the right moment.” Meera’s inner voice answered the question, wisdom shining through. “You have to learn, Meera, to let go. Embrace yourself and soak in self-love. Love heals; the nectar soothes your sorrow.”
“Healing is your responsibility and is only possible when you pour the divine nectar of self-love on your wounds. The balm heals the scathes of your wounds, and the cut, however deep, can heal only when you let go of the pain,” the inner voice further added.
“The more you mire in your pain, the more it will pull you inside, into an abyss from which you can never return. Forgiveness is the sweetest form of revenge; forgive Anish and free yourself from the vicious loop of pain. Learn the vital lessons pain has taught you, and move on. Somewhere down the hills, love awaits with open arms, ready to embrace you again, Meera.”
The inner voice quietly walked away like a shadow in the darkness. The only difference was that the shadow enlightened Meera, allowing her to reflect on the wisdom.
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