With this realization, I started craving for external validation and hence was on the verge of turning into someone, whom I had never even envisaged. Its critical for a mother to keep finding her own versions internally and keep making way for their growth.
Quite often, I hear/witness people talking or being impressed by someone’s lifestyle, house, swanky car. Or even get impressed by looking at someone’s regularly updated international holiday pictures on social media. And consider them as happy. On the other hand, few souls are declared losers outrightly who do not have big booty to spend. I too …
Dancing to the tunes of dreams of ancestors is like drinking a cough syrup, which has passed its expiry date or consuming a white milk bread, which has turned green with fungus.