Where are my tears??!

Psychic tears. Yes. I have shed loads of it.

I remember walking through the maternity ward when I heard the sharp cry of a newborn. Tears trickled down my cheeks and I quickly sought succour behind a pillar for fear that someone might see me. I stood there still, with my eyes fixed on "nothing" until the cry stopped. And, I left that place with no trace of tears on my face!

On a cross road junction, my eyes met with those of an old man who walked to me and asked for alms. I gave him few bananas I had and turned back to realize I was crying!

Nokia 6300. Stylish and sexy. I was elated to own one. I took utmost care of it and treasured it like a priced possession. And I cried like a baby when it conked out!

It was a pleasant morning when we were driving to Wayanad on a college tour. I looked out of the window when I realized I was crying. I missed my home! I missed Madras!

Well, these are some of the times my lacrimal glands got into action, for reasons unknown or for reasons that now sound trivial.

I cried for people who weren't related to me, and for things that needed less attachment.

And now, when I lost my grandmom, I din't shed a single drop of tear. I have known her since my birth. We loved each other. We shared some of our best times together.

Have I become so hardhearted to not have cried? Don't I love her the same way I did before we parted a decade ago? Do all relations need to be in touch to feel the same feelings I once had?

Where are my tears??!!