You are left most hurt, from the ones you love most.

Love is always unique, you will never love the same way twice!

She exclaimed, as she sat on the chair, while in the therapy room. Her eyes wet- not that she was crying, she was but a symbol of soaked feeling. As she spoke, her face turned red, she had transformed into pain, or hurt. I could clearly tell, it wasn't guilt for sure.

We both exchanged glances; Oh! That was a moment.  There was a good amount of silence for 7 odd minutes, in which she continuously conversed with herself. There was movement after the calm; she took her right hand and folding her index finger, wiping the tear rolling down her left eye.

Looking away from me, she said softly, "all I want is to be invisible", then loudly added, "but all I feel is being painfully visible and entirely ignored."

She was a typical Bombay girl with a happy go lucky nature and a pleasing personality. She fell in love with this guy and was soon head over heels in love. Visiting places like the Prithvi Cafe, Starbucks, clubs and long night ride became regular activities. Over time feelings deepened and she never thought the relation would take such a big investment of her emotional self.

He failed her. He refused to take stand for her in the social or family setting, and wanted to keep their relationship in the dark, under cover. While he tried best to keep them from public eye, she was dreaming of a future with him. It was then that I realized that tables had turned.

Love hurts!!! She yelled out loud!

"Have you ever been in love?" she asked and then added, "I mean a painful one. Where you know the other can never be yours”

I wanted to help her in the best way I could, seeing her face wet in tears made my heart numb. I recollected Fr. Dick's say "A therapy is when both gets healed"

Wow ..

I encouraged her; asked her to take a deep breath, let her feelings sink in. A room flooded with emotion, she completely engulfed.A deep sharing began, we went back and forth. There was an exchanged of pain, agony and compassion-one of a kind. She was beginning to see the light and emission now visible.

"Tell me about it … HAVE I GONE THROUGH PAIN" .. (*laughing out loud)

Fuck ! YES ! I Have!

Let me ask you, haven’t you?

There comes a time when I realized, "that the devil is real, and it’s not something ugly and dark with blood on the teeth and horns on the head." The devil can be beautiful, sometimes pain can be beautiful too.. It has meaning. It has purpose! The devil can be Beautiful .. After all, the devil is a fallen angel, the same very devil was once God's favorite! We swing, through our polarities of relations and self .. every scar that you have, is a reminder not just that you got hurt, but that you have survived as well!

The session was over, and when she got up from her chair, she took a step or two towards the door, then came to me and hugged me and then smiled.. And then we both laughed .. I liked the storm in her; it did let me know that the Skies scream sometimes too!