When life gives us lemon...

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Sometimes when life gives us lemons, we may not be able to make a lemonade of it. Rather, might require to accept its sourness. May be it was destined. It is always easier to inculpate the destiny even if the efforts of making a lemonade was possible but was not done. What if it was never possible? 

It leaves a scar on our mind... heart... life. For instance, losing someone dear to your heart is destined and also putting efforts to bring him or her to your life had been absolutely cent percent. But it was not possible because the destiny played its part.

But what about those who stayed back? Say, the widowed wife. The society puts restrictions on her entire cocooned  world.. On a single turn of faith, her vermillion on her forehead is wiped off, colour of the saree is transformed, food habits get transposed and without even realising once, her life gets substituted. This blemishes her from inside which cannot be rubbed off. She becomes volatile as well as heavier within, laden with immeasurable sorrows and weakness..

Could we make a lemonade? Not for her. Never. But she had to accept the sourness and had to live the life which she never thought of. 

What about the life of a person who dwelled his entire life on a bed. He might be judged as a human with no emotions and knowledge but what if he feels all warmness and sensations like a 'normal' individual. His soul is not sick though his body is. He has to accept the bitterness and so will require to spend the rest of his life as such.

The life lessons, compels one to accept the truth sooner, reside with it and to march ahead valiantly to face more such situations with no escapisms and excuses.

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  1. maxpayneDecember 30, 2023 at 9:54 PM

    Such an insightful and introspective write up.... full of truth...kudos to this writer...

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