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Whose child?!

This is what we dream. We all live our lives. We talk about allowing our children live their life. We say “live and let live” is our motto.

Coming to reality, the laws are a little bit twisted…we listen to others gossip…We are curious to know what’s happening in our neighbor’s house. We want to know what someone else feels about the way we talk or dress…
Well, can you stop yourself?

We all are under the pressure... the constant pressure to impress... to not let yourself be misjudged.

Why? It takes a little bit longer to realize there is nothing interesting in the neighbor’s doors anymore… takes a little longer to understand someone else could be doing the same about you...
When would you really stop?
When you realize you are already in the swamp?
When you think there is nothing more left than ‘inner peace’?


It’s the undeniable truth that we live our lives for others, not your mother but for the neighbor’s... for the people among whom you do not belong...
We have always been taught to think of others in the family before making a big decision... We take it to the next level by ‘what would the society think of your decision?’

 You always belong to the very place you don’t belong
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