My mother's voice...

Storms of troubles are so dreadful. They are like a huge yellow ball of dust that rises before the eyes and clouds all vision. It saps all strength and makes you go limp in spirit and body. They always come in deluge, and go on like a ceaseless torment. They seem as if they will never leave before shaking the very core of your being. Your soul feels gritty and the heart sore . You feel that the respite will never come. This storm will consume our very existence.
Yet the respite comes. It always does.
All of a sudden , just when we have given up hope , the new horizon opens up before us...it's like a new voice crying.." Look...here I am...your light."
It gleams, it sparkles...and we breathe again in this light....

My mom always told me that in hours of distress don't rake your brain too much. Just be calm and let go...
Just like a storm always passes over...your trouble will also never last long. But when the storm is blowing don't try to scream, shout and flail your arms around in distress, because if you do this you only take lot of dust inside your mouth and it would leave a very bitter taste on your tongue...
Just be still, be in a trance like stillness and let the storm blow over.
You will stand clean after it passes away...

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