>When I was three years old, I lost my mother – unfortunately I would never know her. However, what I heard about her from her husband, her brothers and sisters, her in laws and her friends, gave me a picture of the kind of woman she might have been. The picture was one of a kind, warm and loving person who put others’ interest before her and who at times and mostly in private was temperamental, passionate and strong. This picture was not very helpful to me because people kept comparing me to her as I was growing up and I grew up listening to a continuous lament of “how could you turn out to be like this being her daughter”! For the life of me, I could not manage the confusion, rage and frustrations that I felt being compared to a person who was not even around for me to even dialogue with Being the only child, I did
Author: Sarbari
>irrational rationality
>The other day I was talking to a friend of mine, who is a young talented poet, actor and a writer. We were talking about a post on FB and I asked for her views. Her response was that she felt strongly but she wanted to think before she wrote. I asked her to write about her feelings and not her thoughts and she said she would try, but never did write. Another friend of mine, in her early 30s talked to me about how often she struggles with knowing what her feelings are, i.e. is she feeling angry or is she feeling sad and how important is it for her to “know” her feelings before she responds. These discussions provoked me to write this post about how I come across people, both men and women, who are very cautious about coming across to others as sentimental or mushy. It is as though, expressions of passion, of anger, of love,
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