Riti received her awards with the benevolent grace of the laureled goddess. She brisked up her pace after threading her way through the swarming crowd.

On reaching home, when Lipi saw her, she imperiously blew all her achievements out of water and took a dim view towards her aspirations. How strange! Riti thought, the way we relate to the world is direct reflection of our relationship with ourself.

Riti and Lipi had completely different outlook towards relationship.

While Lipi believed that we deserve most from those whom we abuse as a dumping ground, Riti believed that if we are garbage we intrinsically search for dumping ground and she refused to accept her idea of relationship. She called it the absence of the relationship. She believed that until there is mutual understanding and respect for each other and interaction is based on equal give and take, there isn’t any relationship there. Without proper communication and ample space to grow, any relationship will wither and die anyway.

On the other hand, Lipi oftentimes looked for the right place for dumping her ideas and view. In the shadow of relationship, it worked smoothly. Riti’s views didn’t prove much helpful in her pursuit.

Dipi’s mother stood in awe with Lipi’s view. She savoured it and received her message with revered admiration. She shared a similar view towards life and relationship. With the weight of betrayed expectations, she glared at Riti, withering spite bursting at the seams.

The way Dipi’s mother boasted about her knowledge or struggles often set tongue wagging but the reason behind it was an open secret. By no measure, she could be called a maverick but her ideas were eccentric, at least for Riti.

Riti believed that our sufferings are meant to connect with our pain, an opportunity to deeply reflect and understand ourselves. So that we can tune in with the nature of our life, understand our needs and desires and live an authentic life. When we connect to our pain we focus on why it is happening. We turn our mind over it to find an effective solution. We don’t want anyone else suffer and lend a hand when asked because of our ability to connect with the pain. Else we are bound to maintain a false semblance of the self.

Dipi’s mother kept a vengeful turn of mind. She failed to see why Riti entertained such an eccentric view towards suffering. She impugned her ability to think properly and believed that everyone must go through what she did and made sure that everyone must get the bludgeoning and suffer more or less in the respect she did so that her score with the world gets settled and she will no longer stand in the doorway to have her worth proved.













Wordle #216

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.

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