in the first year of college, my cousin got married in Bangalore. i was given the honour of reading out a passage from the Bible during the mass. and, the words were imprinted in memory.
"love is patient and kind;
it is not jealous or conceited or proud;
love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable;
love does not keep a record of wrongs;
love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth.
love never gives up;
and its faith, hope and patience never fail."
- I Corinthians 13:4-7
sometime later, during a particularly difficult phase, when i was as petulant and stubborn as the circumstances, my mother told me to replace the word love with my name and read it to myself. i don't know if it was time or a miracle, or was it that i changed or did things...
i still read it with my name in moments of pettiness.
and, i learn everyday how uplifting words build confidence, how hurtful words bring tears, rash ones lead to stooped shoulders, a funny string of words bring laughter and heartfelt words touch the soul. words. they matter.