The Only Way Out of Pain Is Through It

“The only way out is through” or “The best way out is always through”, as Robert Frost is often quoted as saying. These have been my favourite beliefs when it comes to handling grief. I've modified the thought slightly in my head, and when I quote it to my child, it becomes, “The only way out of the pain is through it.”

So, when he cribs about school, a wound on his hands or legs, or a wobbly tooth, I throw this at him without batting an eyelid.

Pain. Real, heartbreaking, soul-crushing pain. I first experienced it in 2004, when the love of my life, otherwise known as my Appuppan, passed away. The grief was maddening. I didn't know how to process it as a 17-year-old schoolgirl.

I experienced him once in my childhood home in Trivandrum and have dreamt of him endlessly ever since.

Fast-forward to 2021, when I was thrown into that whirlpool of pain once again as my 35-year-old husband passed away. When I broke the news of his death to my college bestie, she kept repeating like a parrot, “But we just saw him for lunch two days ago!”

That's exactly how I still feel to this day. I had just seen him thulping down palak paneer with aloo paratha for lunch before going to sleep.

What is pain, really? If you analyse it critically, it's simply a consequence of situations you can't control, followed by a feeling of utter helplessness. You simply have to accept it. The process of moving on takes a lifetime; however, acceptance is something you have to embrace at some point.

That's life for you — a never-ending cycle of pain. But the good news is that happiness comes in equal measure, too. You can find it in food, people, places and memories. Treasure all of them because you never really know how much time you have on Earth.

Everything is fleeting.

So, simply accept, drop the ego and keep moving forward — every single day.