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Lineage or progeny--No gap for emotion

Impudence or ingratitude need not be a term to describe how just the Creator was in creating you. No the Creator was not wrong, unless you wish to ascertain the act of your parents to bring you into this world was a fault. After all a biological act does offer a testimony for all to see.

In my opinion my life in entirety is insignificant for those I may be associated with close and distant. But people do remember my association with or without a befitting word to describe me or my existence , no regrets, but I do feel blessed to have met and nodded at all who passed by.

Treat me as matter and you too are matter to me.

P.B. Shelley did opine these lines for himself pertains to me except for a pittance of love from parents and a few relatives

Neither fame nor power nor love nor leisure,
others I see whom these surround, call life pleasure.

The entire gamut of homosapiens that you are associated with do go through a range of experiences for you to emulate, observe or empathise in whatever slot or duration you are allotted.The only lesson that these associations impart  is for you to check or revise your next course of speech or action. So predictable to facilitate the goal of human existence.Lineage or Progeny has no role to play for that pack of bone and flesh. Leaves no scope to oblige the planet called earth.

Daughter of the earth

Sarangini , 83,(name changed)lives peacefully, all smiles with no obligations. Mother of three girls and a proud grandmother too.I visited her recently at my mother's hometown after more than two  decades. 
Sarangini must have been a beautiful woman but earned everyone's displeasure when at 13 she eloped with a local dude-cum-dada. Later after giving birth to three pretty daughters she suffered a lot at the hands of her overbearing husband, a wealthy businessman. The husband died two years ago that left Sarangini quite chirpy and cheerful.
I admire her quick movements and guts to show us the way to her brother's house,she led us through lanes and bylanes , barefoot. It was twilight when most lamp posts are unfaithful. She left us baffled  navigating us to the right place which left the driver speechless.
A real daughter of the earth.

How many such women do you know, 83 years old, with a sharp memory and quite balanced in her movements, commendable eye-sight added to that sparkling smile ???  

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