Her

why is it that when you actually end up losing the one you love, you end up realizing their importance.
It could be anyone.. someone in your family, a friend or anyone else.
It breaks my heart into a million little pieces.
Some things make me sad..
I read somewhere a while ago that if somethings make you sad, then let them go.
But i find that letting them go ends up making you more sad..
'because you were happier when they were with you.
Granny has been unwell for some time.
I've grown up with her.. she's old now.. unable to walk by herself.
I love her. There was a phase in my life when i'd gotten disconnected from her. I was too busy in my own world.

Then came the sudden realization.. i realize it now especially when i see her health getting deteriorating by the day. I wish i could make it better for her. I wish i could heal her.. but how do i?
It breaks me inside.. apart from other things.. but i've grown into this person who refuses to tell her sadness to anyone.. its' hard to bring out.
Its' all inside.


I hate blogging about things like this. Things that make you vulnerable and fragile.. things that go deep.. but you've got to turn to someone / something to let it out.
They say that paper is more patient than man.. but when i sit down to actually write, words are extremely hard to bring out.