8/52๐ง23 Feb. Tears are 98% water
โ๐๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ช๐ป๐ฆ
๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด
๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด
๐ท๐ข๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ณโ๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ.โ
As the girl recites these lines from a children book, she thinks of the fact that more than half of the human body is water. And if all water goes back to the great cycle, so would the water inside her. From the bones (22% water), blood (50% water), skin (72% water), heart (78% water) and mostly tears (98% water)*.
She imagines all the tears she has shed in her lifetimeโโโduring a shower, at a theatre, on sleepless nights, in a dreamโโโwhere are they now? Say, if they vaporised, could they have been breathed in by someone in the same room? If they were washed into a drain, would they have reached the sea by now? If they were reabsorbed by the skin, would they later be secreted in the same way?
โLife can be hard, tears softens it.โ She thinks.
She also recalls a drizzly spring day, she and her Labrador walking down the High Street. Rain, like powder, drifted slightly when they fell. Had any one of them once been part of someoneโs tears? Or even her own tear, though she would not have the ability to recognise it. Unless it came to her with a whisper, โHere I am, from that moment in time. Remember then, when I held onto your lashes before I came dripping down.โ๐ง
Image 1: Birmingham in rain
Image 2: Edinburgh in rain
Image 3: Kingston in rain
Image 4: San Po Kong in rain
*thatโs what she read from internet source
23.02.24
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