Day 3
17th December 2025
The lesson in discomfort continued today.
Cold seeped into every corner of the dormitory and the ache in my hip felt sharper, more persistent. I approached a teacher again, humbly explaining my struggle, hoping for some relief and perhaps a chair this time.
Her answer was simple, firm, and unyielding no.
“I never expected this,” I whispered, tears welling up. “I can’t bear the pain.”
She said nothing more. Her refusal was final. Yet, in that quiet, firm “no,” I realized that discomfort was my teacher. Vipassana was showing me the raw edges of patience, surrender and acceptance.
That night, back in my room, small mercies arrived. A Dhamma server quietly brought extra comforters and another placed a rubber hot-water pack beside me. Perhaps it was the teacher’s subtle way of caring within the rules; a quiet kindness in a world that seemed stern.
I layered the comforters, pressed into my tennis ball to ease the stubborn ache and cried softly, talking to my mom. She was there in my heart, a calm presence in the cold and silence.
Day 3 didn’t bring ease. It didn’t soften the rules or lessen the pain.
But it brought something else; resilience wrapped in warmth, love hidden in small gestures and the gentle reminder that firmness and care can coexist.
Lights out at 9:30pm.
Cold remained.
Pain remained.
But so did deep, tender gratitude.
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