We sniggered when Sister Flavian said, "Your body is the temple of God” in her dreaded Moral Science class. My friends said, “What would she know?”. Smirks.
Body I can protect. What of my mind?
What when dreams are shattered? When the mind is fraught with troubled emotions? The kind which stay on for a long time, scarring and wounding. Sometimes, forever.
And what do we do? Not trust, not love, not dream?
Body I can protect. What of my mind?
What when dreams are shattered? When the mind is fraught with troubled emotions? The kind which stay on for a long time, scarring and wounding. Sometimes, forever.
And what do we do? Not trust, not love, not dream?
I watched Provoked yesterday. Not a great movie. But I think a great story. 10 years of servitude! And one day she snaps. Women take a lot, don’t they? The physical and emotional trauma, all for love, for affection, for a man to validate her being!
It was a nice skyline by office that I saw today. The cloud lover’s society would have loved it (There’s actually one!)
1 comment:
Hi Smitha ,
Nice musings in your blogs, I was wondering if you were referring to Sr. Flavian of Sacred Heart Convent School JSR . As I have also passed out from the same school and remember a few of her quirks , it was a surprise to come across that in your blog :)
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