Rama Moondra

 I am a graduate of  hopelessly optimistic school of thought . Rewarding and hectic work schedule, friends across globe and a supportive family, I could not have asked for more.

Nevertheless, I see a lot of pain around me as a therapist. Recently I met a woman who has been through a very bad marriage, was asked to leave her home when she was three months pregnant. Shattered but brave as she was, she moved on to US, did her masters and came back to India to work. A strong urge to prove the world wrong and she right brought her back in the same city.  Though meditation and her own conviction made a positive difference in her life , unknowingly she blocked herself to most precious gift god has for humans.

She sealed her heart for love, as she believed it makes a person weaker. She never shared her pains as she did not want to look naive. 

 Her success makes her peers jealous and her career graph is to die for at her age. However, love is elusive still. She is scared of it, she is afraid of pain it may bring. She would run away if any relation faintly seems like attachment.It takes a lot to open heart to strangers and trust . She tried it and got burnt again.

 Years of loneliness and no sharing has made her absolute quiet person from within. “When did you weep last?” I asked her.” Never in last 10 years.” She said hesitatingly. I empathize this. It requires courage to share, to weep and to admit vulnerability.

  Though I respect men  and believe that they too make this world worth living, sometimes my heart bleeds for such women. (No wonder, I adore Rekha, Sushmita and Dimple).

This evening, with a heavy heart I pray for all lonely souls to be able to live life again. Life does not begin or end with one person. They have to remember it every time while saying good-byes.

 To, every woman who bared her soul to this world to live on her terms.

Let there be light and peace.