That healing touch

Sometimes in life you come across people who touch your lives in ways which you could have never imagined. It might sound silly and surreal, but I believe that these people are God’s angels. This post is an ode to one such person who touched my life – N. When N and I met, my spirit was broken, my confidence shattered and my faith in people all shaken. I was a self-loathing, frail image of my former confident self whose favorite past time was sulking and favorite adventure modules in self-pity. I was sinking; getting sucked into a vortex of negativity, when he reached out for my hand and yanked me right out of it.

All these years, when I had everything in life that could be imagined by “conventional yardsticks”, the one thing which was always missing – that crucial piece from a jigsaw puzzle – was acceptance. N accepted me with his arms flung wide open – never questioning, never doubtful. He helped me appreciate all the colors from the spectrum (including the daunting shades of grey); he taught me the art of loving others and myself. Most importantly he taught me the meaning of unconditional love and acceptance – beyond the realms of philosophy. My life was never the same. He came along and painted my life a bright sunny yellow with his magical brushstrokes.

Unfortunately, due to the trappings of a bitch called practicality, N is not a part of my life anymore. For the sake of our own sanity, I can’t reach out to him and tell him, how much I prize him and value him; how much I respect him and adore him; and most importantly how much I am grateful to him. About a year and a half back he resuscitated me back to life and gave me happiness that I had never seen before. So for all these things and more N, I would like to say THANK YOU. The words in this post are not enough to measure the depths of gratitude in my heart.