Insult

"Sorry, if I have insulted you", a friend said in an apologitic tone. Surprised, I replied, "No, no, you can't".  He was pleasantly surprised by my faith in him.

Yes, I knew him so well. He was such a nice friend that he just could not insult me even if he  wanted to. But there was more to it than our friendship, our bonding, our faith in each other. I don't remember when was it last that I felt insulted. 

Not feeling insulted ...... is it good or is it bad?  Have I become so numb that I do not feel any insult or have I become so inferior that there no isnult left for my ego. Or have I become like solid rock that howmuchever an elephant bangs on it, it does not move a bit.  Howmuchever we throw stones on a banyan tree it does not waver and keeps on offering his vast cool shadow. Or I might have become an solid armour which does not get penetrated.

I dived inside myself and was surprised to find some fantastic pearls of my own emotions. There was no numbness, there was no lifeless firmness. There was calm sound and clear light. There were no dark spots, there was nothing hidden. Those unique speckless pearls were smiling bright, smiling at each other, smiling at themselves. 

I, too, came out smiling. When you are filled with such precious stones, when you are so contended with yourself, where is the space for an insult to enter in ?!?!?!