She did not know what delicate meant until she felt the pressure and assessed her capacity to withstand it.
She did not fear Power until the intense heat threatened to wither her away.
She made no effort to avert deceit because she did not see a reason for anyone wanting to harm her.
Curiosity drove her to venture into the unknown, and then survival instincts toughened her up.
The world outside labelled her manipulative.
She refused to let others overstep boundaries, and they called her dominating.
They ignored the difference between action and reaction as mirrors frightened them.
Shadows lengthened.

I’ve been reading some ‘stories’ based on true events (so ‘they’ say) about how some people attempt to trod on others. But the person they trod on either comes back stronger or has to leave a marriage where the husband (or wife or other) has taken the place of the partner.
I think we need to let go of others expectations. Let them write their own book. Of what I’ve read, most of those others end up eating crow… because they had a fasle sense of entitlement. Like the to be Mother-in-law who changed the bride to be’s food, music, table seating and even bridge-maids. Thankfully in that case the husband stood by her.
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The scenario is different in most Indian families. Fortunately, it is changing now with GenZ having a different mindset.
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There was a time when parents say was the only way. But even in my own grandparents generation – one grandmother divorced her husband – not a thing normally done at that time. Now some couples barely make it ten or even five years.
As a parent I try to only give advice when asked. It is hard to see mistakes made, but that is how one learns. Years of traditions are hard to break. But with the onset of the internet all peoples see different ways to live and seek more freedoms of choice.
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A cultural reset is gradually happening, or has already happened.
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Lovely story.
It makes for a thoughtful reading.
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Thank you so much!
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This is one of your very best stories. It portrays so much well earned strength.
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So glad it resonated with you. Thanks a ton! 🤗🤗
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great story. one of your best.
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You made my day ☺ Thanks!
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I like the double entendre.Is it a flower or a person?Leaves a lot to the imagination.Well done.
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Thanks for dropping by, Kwadwo!
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Very well done
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Thanks so much!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Great write Reena – depicting the loss of innocence, survival, and the unfair ways the world labels strong women – and your ending shows it’s not over 💔
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Does it really get over, unless you are super successful in your field and/or a celebrity?
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No – I’m not sure it even does then!
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👍
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No one wants you to fight back.
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That’s good to hear 🙂
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Such ominous circumstances surround this individual. I wish them well.
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Thank you, Lisa 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful written ❤️
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Thanks so much, Maggie!
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You’re welcome 💜❤️
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Thanks!
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It takes great strength
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True that. Thank you, Maria!
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You’ve used the delicate beauty of the flower well
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Thank you, Neil!
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Wow. Great read!! She needs to stay strong.
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Amen!
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