Everyone has a story to tell and every story starts with the time they become an entity different from that of their mother. Weather that is through the tunnel and vagina or escape through an incision. For that matter few stories begin even before that like mine. May be more stories have their beginnings earlier than the people realize. I got to know this when I was 17 years old. In a freaky comment that I overheard my mother make to our hosts of that evening. Without remorse or malice, she was talking about woes and trials of the time around a pregnancy and how difficult the whole decision is. She very matter of factly told the lady that when I was conceived she was afraid of what had happened. She wanted to get rid of me cos I was not part of the plan. She already had two daughters and did not or was not looking for another child. I don’t know what what the context of the conversation was and what was exchanged after this statement. I was more or less stunned to hear it , it hit me like a ton of bricks, and in my melodramatic and thespian tendencies honed by all the emotional upheaval of adolescence it was not less than any calamity, it was like my parents had suddenly disowned me or rather refused to own me. The ground was snatched below my feet, to paraphrase a Hindi idiom.
In time I got over it, I realized how my mom and my dad absolutely adored me and weather the news of me was received well or not I certainly was! Mind you this wisdom dawned on me a good few years later. Till then it was a cross that I bore on my head or chest whichever is more painful.Anyway so the point that I was trying to make was that some stories start earlier, and everything that happens in one life comes on to be a part of the person.
Every story is intertwined with another and there is no beginning and really no end. Its all a matter of perspective and the window of our observation. Everything out of context is only a reflection of our turmoils and emotions hidden with in. What you see and what you hear may not be the absolute truth. Trust your instincts more as they do not always depend on what can be seen and heard.
Every story is intertwined with another and there is no beginning and really no end. Its all a matter of perspective and the window of our observation. Everything out of context is only a reflection of our turmoils and emotions hidden with in. What you see and what you hear may not be the absolute truth. Trust your instincts more as they do not always depend on what can be seen and heard.
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