The pain of not being able to write down the words that swarm your mind is something that only those who have felt it can understand. There is that longing to somehow get it out, the fear of the lines being irretrievably lost due to the current hesitation and the numbness in realising that at times, mind proposes and body disposes... It is much easier to bear the body pain but not the gnawing ache in my heart. And hence this running away, this seeking refuge in books and when hands are too stubborn to even hold them, music. Drifting away...
Dear story, please stay intact. I'll try to jot you down as soon as my hand permits. Please don't go away.
"Our Lord, burden us not with that which we have no ability to bear."
-The Holy Qur'an, 2:286
Dear story, please stay intact. I'll try to jot you down as soon as my hand permits. Please don't go away.
"Our Lord, burden us not with that which we have no ability to bear."
-The Holy Qur'an, 2:286
