THE DATE WITH LIFE

The time taught me one cruelty the myth of preaching equality when the showering spring was about to bloom and the search for solace was boiling up in that family of junky roots,his father married into a landlord family who give their daughter only because the father was literate by few degrees. He was at that time just flick of knowing everything. Born to parents of heterogeneous attitudes, the father remains homogeneous in his habit of preaching to throng who were only interested in belittling the knowledge with their arrogance of being high on the rungs of social stigma. once the marriage celebrations were over ,the shoots of that ice rooted poverty began to sprout in season of cruelty. The mother being habitual of riches at beginning, feels the pompous pimples leaking reality. Sometimes being humble hurts the soul of life and same happens with the mother. The traditional forced honor prevented her to voice her burns in words either to her maternal family or to her own self. It is fact that pompous tree is always shallow on earth. The mother feels the paint of literacy is discoloring and the haunting images of hunger and prejudice started to bloom in dark shades of house which was named as The home. Tears replace mastering, the mother takes off her Herculean voyage of becoming the mother. I was epigraphed in the clouds of failing trust and on the floor of falsification. Whenever the clutches of hunger unstead the stomach, the mother's only consolation and hope was me,though I was yet shaped to any shape. Thus ,even before my birth ,I was already baptized as hope,ray,bearing force......and Alchemist for change .....thus here am I.... .