The EifFel TowEr

Standing in front of it, the confident stature had glint in her eyes washing memories of how her parents acted when she wanted to learn Architecture.

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She was nine when she announced her dream to her parents. A dedicated notebook was filled with its pictures. The glowing Eiffel tower in Paris, underneath which the twinkling River Seine flows, was the first in her collection. Attracted to the geometrical design, she started weaving her path.

Architect was no field for her parents as the society has already graded fields according to the amount of income received and the more the amount, the higher the status in society which simultaneously increases the respect of the parents. The narcissistic parents tried to change their daughter’s path to being a Doctor. Their egoistic actions and words went rude with each other as well as her while watching her marks, in the specific subjects, never making it above borderline. This inscribed the saddest part of her life in her heart.

Being an adult and watching her classmates achieving their dreams, she chose to go against her parents, for the first time in twenty years. Not knowing if it is right or wrong, she applied for the course of architecture in Paris with scholarship.

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthoughts

*This story has been written assuming the society to not be bias about gender.
**Very much common in Indian Subcontinent.

In response to the following prompts:
1. What do you see # 69 -February 15 2021 – Keep it alive (lifeafter50forwomen.com)
2. Friday Fun – your path – aroused

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loVe dIet: FriDay Fun By caLmkAte

Bereft we never are as the air we breathe has it. The flowers, the trees, the birds melodies abounds this treasure but is hard to find and we choose to be confined.

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That yearn for looking beautiful and showing off our best to that special someone, to whom like magnet the attraction is. The unknown emotions suddenly fill the treasure heart. Balloon of happiness inflating with the profound love received from that innocent lover and promises, with meaning, are exchanged in chits.

The season of spring soon meets the rainy weather with gloomy eyes speaking the condition of the depressed heart and mind accepts the distressing state with practical attempts to accomplish the desired. The sneaking. the hiding, witnessed by the night who becomes our best friend with celestial bodies guarding the blissful acts of Love.

6 Types of unhealthy mother-child relationships that affect our adulthood (aleteia.org)

Who said that ‘Love’ will make a difference in academic percentage? Where is it written that one’s marks would dilapidate if he or she feels ‘Love’? The innocence turns to mental stress when parents restrict their own child’s movements. They could have fed their kid with a healthy diet but they force them to focus on academics without considering their mental state. Would the child value the beauty of ‘Love’ if prison is the answer from parent’s end?

A dose of ‘Love’ which requires patience always leads to fruitful solutions. Make it easy for your child to recognize Love’s beauty in their adulthood.

In response to Friday Fun – diet – aroused.

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthoughts

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Ache

nothing crosses the mind except
the thought of your breath falling on my neck like mist on leaves
smelling the aroma of the moments fervor

the tensed muscles yelling for your lips to land and
suck the fever of love I have fallen for
because I know you are a dream but the ache is real.

by
Kritika

https://www.instagram.com/undressedthoughts

*Picture Credit: Pixels Photo Library of WordPress

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