Monday, March 2, 2020

She was of frail yet regal stature. Dressed in a cotton sari and sporting a Tina Fey book. We were sitting opposite each other. Her eyes had that sad and desolate look, each time she gazed at her mobile phone. Our eyes met and I smiled, spontaneously. We struck up a conversation. It began with some small talk about the author, the economy, the good times children are living in, these days when all of a sudden, she went silent. She wanted to share something and yet held back. A while later and with some gentle prodding she blurted, "How do I respond to my son's question when I call him several times on the phone?" I asked, "What do you mean?" She replied, "He says, before calling me, can you not ask yourself “is this Text-able?" I understood her pain. The pain of distance with your most dearest one. The pain she struggled to hold back. The pain of the cold world she found herself in this "gadget generation". I held her hand as her moist eyes failed to stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. The flood of tears turned into gentle sobs. I held her close. No amount of consoling could assuage her pain. Or the guilt of letting her guard down. We hide our pain like we stole it. #farzanasuri #victorycoach #lifecoach #coaching #numerologist #personalcoach #careercoach #growthdriver #pathtovictory #relationshipcoach #successstrategy #victorymindset #corporatetrainer #motivationalspeaker #quoteoftheday #dailyquote #motivation #entrepreneuer #businessowner #jobsearch #pain