I saw the mud inside me and thought about the emotions that were roaming around its specific mud spots, where they inspected the area around the spot they lived.
Among all these emotions, the strongest ones were anger and love.
So I took a magnifying glass to see the distance between them and to know what they were inspecting around their spots and why they were staring at each other.
I also felt the very silent whispers of the distance between them, whispering with the outer surface of each of their spots.
They looked like cool neighbors who wanted to know what was going on in each other's lives.
From above, I could see the love sour hanging and strolling around its spot, feeling good about its soft edges, and spreading an extra warm sprinkling around its spot, in the hope that if someone needs a little warmth, they can come and sit in my verandah that's cured.
Next, I wanted to see what anger sour was doing in its spot. I found anger sour deeply thinking about a decision to give up its anger and to see if the soft edges would feel strange if it touched their spot. I saw anger sour courageously wanting to decide to diminish, for the soft edge to hold its ground on its own without its harshness.
So anger sour walked towards the love sour's spot.
And then I saw the weather changing inside.
It felt very cold, as if the sourness wanted to know if any self-doubt had created both of these angles... so it wanted to take a dive in this cold air to figure things out.
It wanted to see if any irritating story existed that caused a helpless hook.
I saw the signal boards that alerted me back to the indents that made me feel bad, where I was served the dismissiveness for my genuine nature.
Feeling the awkwardness and the helpless nature of the receiving end, my system began to understand the uncomfortableness I started sensing from that incident.
So the quiet, reliable inside system—what did it do later on? It started making a route from where it wanted to discharge this uncomfortableness and dislikeness from the system.
I looked at the corners by switching on the light. I saw it never picks the faces it likes to discharge the uneasiness, because for discharging this dislikeness it always picks up the figures it doesn't want to associate with. For example, placing the uncomfortable incident on the top seen place, making it an unbearable thing to digest. And despite a temporary placement, it started to increase the uneasiness in oneself again.
I started looking at the quiet corners of my heart; they all were feeling this uneasy air and were giving a distressing look from all the corners. So the process brought the same distasteful figures in my dream and activated the stored emotions that once felt unfair to me.
So the anger sour and love sour looked at each other and tried to know what was bothering underneath.
What will happen next, they thought.
It started feeling uneasy and bad. So much uneasiness filling up the entire air inside. Then I stopped and said—
I will always remain ahead of you.
I won't let myself slip into this helplessness state.
I won't give up.
I said this to myself.
And a little later, the uneasiness left.
So what should happen to the feelings of uneasiness that got spilled out in the way of their discharge? The routes look messy now.
It is okay, I patted my chest—
I am okay,
It will be okay.
Take your time.
Nothing will happen.
Trust me.
Ouch, said the test alerting system—she has activated her immune thoughts.
Maybe I should push back the same incident. It may poke her and we can test if she failed or not.
Don't worry darling, I am with you—I patted my chest again! It will pass, it needs a way out to go, let it pass. You will be okay.
Oh... oh... oh—
"I am sensing a frenzy state—
I am flushing out,"
said the test alerting system.
She got it! The sourness was also cleaned.
©shivpoetesspriya
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 7:40 AM UTC
I saw the mud inside me and thought about the emotions that were roaming around its specific mud spots, where they inspected the area around the spot they lived.
Among all these emotions, the strongest ones were anger and love.
So I took a magnifying glass to see the distance between them and to know what they were inspecting around their spots and why they were staring at each other.
I also felt the very silent whispers of the distance between them, whispering with the outer surface of each of their spots.
They looked like cool neighbors who wanted to know what was going on in each other's lives.
From above, I could see the love sour hanging and strolling around its spot, feeling good about its soft edges, and spreading an extra warm sprinkling around its spot, in the hope that if someone needs a little warmth, they can come and sit in my verandah that's cured.
Next, I wanted to see what anger sour was doing in its spot. I found anger sour deeply thinking about a decision to give up its anger and to see if the soft edges would feel strange if it touched their spot. I saw anger sour courageously wanting to decide to diminish, for the soft edge to hold its ground on its own without its harshness.
So anger sour walked towards the love sour's spot.
And then I saw the weather changing inside.
It felt very cold, as if the sourness wanted to know if any self-doubt had created both of these angles... so it wanted to take a dive in this cold air to figure things out.
It wanted to see if any irritating story existed that caused a helpless hook.
I saw the signal boards that alerted me back to the indents that made me feel bad, where I was served the dismissiveness for my genuine nature.
Feeling the awkwardness and the helpless nature of the receiving end, my system began to understand the uncomfortableness I started sensing from that incident.
So the quiet, reliable inside system—what did it do later on? It started making a route from where it wanted to discharge this uncomfortableness and dislikeness from the system.
I looked at the corners by switching on the light. I saw it never picks the faces it likes to discharge the uneasiness, because for discharging this dislikeness it always picks up the figures it doesn't want to associate with. For example, placing the uncomfortable incident on the top seen place, making it an unbearable thing to digest. And despite a temporary placement, it started to increase the uneasiness in oneself again.
I started looking at the quiet corners of my heart; they all were feeling this uneasy air and were giving a distressing look from all the corners. So the process brought the same distasteful figures in my dream and activated the stored emotions that once felt unfair to me.
So the anger sour and love sour looked at each other and tried to know what was bothering underneath.
What will happen next, they thought.
It started feeling uneasy and bad. So much uneasiness filling up the entire air inside. Then I stopped and said—
I will always remain ahead of you.
I won't let myself slip into this helplessness state.
I won't give up.
I said this to myself.
And a little later, the uneasiness left.
So what should happen to the feelings of uneasiness that got spilled out in the way of their discharge? The routes look messy now.
It is okay, I patted my chest—
I am okay,
It will be okay.
Take your time.
Nothing will happen.
Trust me.
Ouch, said the test alerting system—she has activated her immune thoughts.
Maybe I should push back the same incident. It may poke her and we can test if she failed or not.
Don't worry darling, I am with you—I patted my chest again! It will pass, it needs a way out to go, let it pass. You will be okay.
Oh... oh... oh—
"I am sensing a frenzy state—
I am flushing out,"
said the test alerting system.
She got it! The sourness was also cleaned.
©shivpoetesspriya
I have added a new chapter to my writing album, Short Stories. The title of my new chapter is "The sourness that got cleaned!
