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The Frozen Wish ~3
Flora laid herself upon the bed, and watched her memories reveal. Those days of carefree happiness, power, affection and freedom, they were precious and unexpected.
Her parents weren't strict with her, yet as years passed on, they weren't affectionate to her. She had done no mistake and they talked and behaved sour with her. It made her a sort of believe that she was the bad odd child. But the truth her heart and soul knew, that she is the same good, kind child as when she had been young, with more understanding but receiving very low quantities of affection.
It made her smile that the old Indian texts were absolutely correct. It had been adviced that a child upto five years of age be treated with love, and thereon uptil its fifteenth age be warned of misdoings, if occurs, and in the forthcoming ages, the parents should talk, think and behave with the child as a friend.
Love was the purest form a being could achieve, according to the texts. It is then sure that all the solutions of the present world are embedded in the texts. The nature's creation for mutual ecstasy, accepted sex, was also considered so pure and remarkable that ancient temples had such figures carved onto them for eternity.
Then why is it that people create chaos, havocs and fear? Have they all forgotten their ancient texts, or have they been buried? No, they still survive hidden and forgotten among thorns of ignorance. Maybe, believed to have lost its purity due to some unethical beliefs, as I have been?
Why are adolescents being suddenly looked upto as thieves, criminals and newbies? Even a baby asks for its needs some or the other way, but teenagers are viewed lesser than a baby, and constantly supervised, and deprived and subdued of their natural space and freedom. If this continues, then I too would become a real criminal some day.
Maybe reaching for those texts of wisdom could help improve people's attitude. The texts are such mysterious, truthful and magical as Flora had never thought them to be. Maybe, they are waiting for someone to find them, rescue them, and help them last. But how could I reach it? Will search engines help? They come up with a mixed sort of results...
But there's in me, a confidence, that I can find the right one. For the truth always seems out of place and magical.
#TheMeltingWorld
© TheSun
Her parents weren't strict with her, yet as years passed on, they weren't affectionate to her. She had done no mistake and they talked and behaved sour with her. It made her a sort of believe that she was the bad odd child. But the truth her heart and soul knew, that she is the same good, kind child as when she had been young, with more understanding but receiving very low quantities of affection.
It made her smile that the old Indian texts were absolutely correct. It had been adviced that a child upto five years of age be treated with love, and thereon uptil its fifteenth age be warned of misdoings, if occurs, and in the forthcoming ages, the parents should talk, think and behave with the child as a friend.
Love was the purest form a being could achieve, according to the texts. It is then sure that all the solutions of the present world are embedded in the texts. The nature's creation for mutual ecstasy, accepted sex, was also considered so pure and remarkable that ancient temples had such figures carved onto them for eternity.
Then why is it that people create chaos, havocs and fear? Have they all forgotten their ancient texts, or have they been buried? No, they still survive hidden and forgotten among thorns of ignorance. Maybe, believed to have lost its purity due to some unethical beliefs, as I have been?
Why are adolescents being suddenly looked upto as thieves, criminals and newbies? Even a baby asks for its needs some or the other way, but teenagers are viewed lesser than a baby, and constantly supervised, and deprived and subdued of their natural space and freedom. If this continues, then I too would become a real criminal some day.
Maybe reaching for those texts of wisdom could help improve people's attitude. The texts are such mysterious, truthful and magical as Flora had never thought them to be. Maybe, they are waiting for someone to find them, rescue them, and help them last. But how could I reach it? Will search engines help? They come up with a mixed sort of results...
But there's in me, a confidence, that I can find the right one. For the truth always seems out of place and magical.
#TheMeltingWorld
© TheSun
