Castigation: A Battle of Interrelation
Castigation: A Battle of Interrelation3 mins 125 3 mins 125
When knots get tighten and dark clouds of disparage surrounds your relations, then it's time to realize the meaning of life in the truest sense.
Relations are like a piece of terracotta, they can be molded at different stages of life but once it gets harden, it becomes quiet difficult to moisten the purity of love, in short to resolve the issues of confusion and suspicion. This was exactly what materialized when a fight broke out between me and my Brother.
He seemed abraded and aggravated when he had to walk in the bright sunshine in the season of sweat and scratch. We tried to appreciate him with the bells on but.. unfortunately his state denied the inducement of walking straight and tall. It further sparked the cannonade of conversation and he began disputation redundantly
Words were few and emotions were a lot more, emotions of vexation, despise and greed, greed for the trust of our parents. He began by yelling "I find nothing interesting in you to be my sister, so what the hell are you doing here"? My retaliation was enough to get him struck in the contemplation of another reaction that he had to give back. After all he was trying to cross a river which was situated opposite to the course of his destination. "Well, we'll se who'll win this tussle of truth and who'll be out of the premises" cried out the wretched, substandard member
"I'm not gonna waste my time talking to you cuz smart people think more and talk less" I gave the so-called devil may care attitude but the worst aspect of life entered the conversation : pejoration, the strand of execrate and abomination. He started foul playing by pouring those abhor words out of his mouth and even the wrathful flare- ups of our beloved ones couldn't stop him.
The slap on my face that day made me get the picture of evolution of modern day relations when it comes to blows and brawls. A bitch slap greeted his face with the vehemence of repentance and guilt but that didn't made him hold his horses.
"How dare you slap me and who gave you the right to do so"? he asked with a more glary and scowling looks.
The beauty component of my body was harassed and I was shown the door to resentment and aversion
My mental health could no longer hold itself back, it commented "is this the real state of existence, if live looks like this I would love to revive the memories of merriment and delight, good bye soul" and it felt like flowing away from the disparities of life to a newly found heaven of reminiscence and echo of purity of bonds.
My physical state was eroded and was begging to grant it peace and contentment which hasn't been found till now