Life has never been a bed of roses. Neither I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth. As I was born lill early than the due date... I brought tension for my mom too. Initially, she was lovey-dovey as usual but then the Oedipus syndrome came or similar to that, who knows what. Being beaten in the process to be a perfectly good child..a single child as pride as a possession center of all conflict. When my friends were having fun I was knocked down in my study table. I wanted to gaze at my mirror image reflecting my newly gained teenage hood. So in the process to make me right (don't know in what sense) the mirrors were covered and my fantasies rested in peace. But in the time of boundations love happened....and not only once but many times.
@anindita
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