A drought for a couple of years, and then there were tears.

I was watching Roman Polanski’s The Pianist the other day when I first noticed it. I though I must have be mistaken and dismissed the thought. But then while watching Schindler's list, it happened again, and this time it was worse than before. It was awful. I had tears in my eyes, tears trickled down my cheeks. After a dry spell of two years, my eyes were wet again. Hats off to Steven Spielberg, who managed to trigger off such a reaction, with the help of a mere movie. My English teacher once told us that it wasn’t such a big thing to cry. She in fact encouraged crying (in the non-sadistic sense of course). According to her, crying, of all the other emotions, helped in the healing of the soul (whatever that means). Although I never tried suppressing my emotions (except anger sometimes), the last time I shed a tear was ages ago (One year, ten months to be precise). It was over a piece of paper, commonly known as a mark-sheet. Having belonged to an upper-middle intelligence-class, I had never before seen such a pathetic set of grades, and I started doubting myself. That was the last time I cried. I buried my head into my blanket, and sobbed till I went to sleep. The incident changed me a lot, for the better or worse, only time shall tell. A lot has happened ever since, but nothing had till now compelled me to shed a tear, until now. What is it about human suffering, that causes saline water to trickle out of my eyes??? Does the fact that all these were true stories, amplify the effect it has in our minds??? Even Freedom Writers made the corners of my eyes moist. I, for now, have stopped watching true and/or sad stories, n now stick to light hearted comedy movies only.