Tears have their own language. One can see them expressing happiness and one can also see them expressing sadness. Tears also fall when one is in deep pain.
One day I saw a tear resting on my cheeks. I decided to speak to him – “Hey, how you come out without prior notice or intimation, don’t you feel un-welcomed sometimes. Specially, when people say – why am I crying. I know many who suppress you and make sure you do not flow on your own. Hey buddy, make sure no one sees you when you drop. They would wipe you off before falling. How do you feel when people even deny your presence – as if you never came out.”
The tear smiled and said – “Those who control me, do not know they are being abnormal. I am made to give relief and cheers to you. I act like a medicine, rather better than a medicine. Yes, my absence can be uncomfortable. Have you not heard of tears drying? If I shut my doors and I decide not to come out, you might need to see a doctor. Besides, you will not be able to express anything emotionally.”
I asked him – “But why do you cry?” Prompt came a reply – “It’s the people who cry – tears don’t cry.”
I remember, when my child performed first time on the stage in his school function – that time I was in tears – I felt really very happy and proud.
There are many aspirations in life and when you finally buy something that you always wanted to buy – it is really difficult to hold tears. That happiness you cannot control and words are not capable to express.
I believe, tears make you stronger. If you know how to smile, you should also know how to cry – tears are equally important.
I have seen many people who do not want to admit that they cry – “I don’t cry under any circumstances.” It is against their dignity and they consider crying as a sign of weakness.
Tears do not cry; it is a phenomenon to reflect emotions. Tears are those innocent droplets of water, who when flow out of the most beautiful creation of God – the eyes, they give you relief, make your heart feel lighter, and you feel relaxed.
When a child is born, the doctors make the child cry to ensure that the child is normal. And when someone leaves for the heavenly adobe, the very same tears wish that person a peaceful journey.
I do not understand why people hate to cry? Well, who knows, they may hate to smile too.
No doubt, some tears are mischievous too. Specially, when the tears have a hidden motive. Such tears are generally found in children. Or should I say, mischievous children.
As a normal child, I too used tears as the biggest weapon to get away from scolding. Few tears were enough to melt my mother, father, teachers and more importantly my grand-father. My fake tears miraculously changed anger into smiles and sympathy. All knew that I was acting, but still everyone enjoyed. The worst of mistakes were excused just with mere flow of few tears. Genuine or not, tears always worked wonders.
There is a difference between tears of a man and women, or when a man cries and when a women cries. A man is judged more on scientific grounds – how tears are formed and how they come out of tear glands. But genuinely, when a female allows tears to flow from her eyes, you feel guilty of making her cry. Even if the fault is not yours, you tend to instantly apologise.
On a serious note, tears make you feel genuine, human and stress free. They are antidepressant by nature. Tears are those multi-vitamins that work without any side-effects. They are the most visible depiction of emotions, and after a tight hug of comfort – no words required.
When you are extremely happy, you tend to become emotional. When you are missing someone badly, and do not know how to handle the situation, you cry to bring your emotions in control.
Tears make you a normal human being, rather a living being. So why hesitate to cry?
True, I am recalling many instances when I have cried as a result of being overwhelmed. When I got my first job – tears rolled out. When I was transferred to Bangalore and was given a responsibility to look after publicity of National and International Film Festivals, tears rolled out. When I came back to Delhi and I was made in-charge of a very important department, tears rolled out. When I got my first car – tears rolled out. When my daughter was borne, tears rolled out. When my son was born, tear rolled out. When I got into the private sector and got the national award for my communication excellence, tears rolled out. When I bought my home, tears didn’t stop. When I faced tough situations and life seemed stagnated, but I got up again and regained my position, tears rolled out. With every success, whenever I felt I worked hard for it – tears always supported me. Tears also motivated me when I lost battles. Tears also supported me when I sat in front of Bholenath for direction.
While I was writing this article, I could again see the same tear sitting comfortably on my cheek and smiling. I was actually unwinding myself while writing this article, and thanking Bholenath for being with me always for finding me for myself.
The tear whispered – “Hey, see I told you; tears do not cry. Do not hold me and do not try to stop me. You would need me again when you would achieve even higher goals.”