pouring creativity in routinesletting thoughts emergeclassifying, reclassifyingaccepting, rejectingenshrining, embalmingrelegating to binsout of my mind, butindestructible on the webbringing perspectives to lifefeigning empathywhile being engrossedin my own pathos Is this all workor life? Written for dVerse Quadrille hosted by Lisa
Ram and Thara has been married for 4 years, but were childless. Ram’s mom , who was a firm believer and a diviner did a lot of offerings to God.
Everyone believed that Thara was cursed. Even Ram, sometimes, hurt her with sharp words, infront of his friend Shiv. Shiv was their neighbour too. Shiv used to retrieve Ram when he start yelling at Thara.
Another year have passed. Thara was upset. She was having severe nausea and wasn’t having enough food. At first, she didn’t notice anything. But when she realized that her period was late, she started having doubts. Ram’s mom was watching her changes. She asked Ram to take her to a doctor.
Ram was extremely happy, when doctor told him that Thara was pregnant. When they reached home, he shared the news with his relatives and friends.
“Who are you without the identity of your parents?”
The identity of women is often linked to that of the family – parents, husband, children. They are expected to behave in a manner befitting the social status and beliefs of the family.
I reproduce the answer below.
I firmly believe that every relationship is ultimately between two individuals – genetic, legal and social bonds withstanding. How you react or respond to one another will depend on individual temperaments and belief systems.
People within a family can thus, dislike each other, despite the familial bonds. Friends can have relationships that go beyond structures and expectations.
Someone once told me, that we are all at different stages of evolution, and cannot do much to help another soul. Each one has to live out one’s journey. It liberated me. It absolved me of guilt about being…
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Mars and Moon may not have sufficient space or resources to shelter all inhabitants of earth. Nor are earthlings rich enough to reach there. What are we planning for? Coming back reincarnated as an advanced specimen of techno-humans, with a choice of planets to live in? Or someone is selling dreams, just in the way … Continue reading To the Moon, Alice
Why give impossible dreams?neither am I light enough to flynor foolish enough to leap into the skyAvian aficionado -cast your net elsewherefor an easy catch Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #275
The poem below: MAPPED OUT was originally written & published back in April of this year for a special online “Written In The Stars” spoken word event I participated in for Poetry Day Ireland. But I thought it quite apt as a response to this particular picture prompt for Reena’s Xploration Challenge 246.