Wounded Belongings is a chapter I opened with a request from very very few friends and family of mine to write about how I felt, and I said I don’t want to spit it out at that time, but here comes my scribblings under your binoculars.
Consider, I am witnessing my thoughts and mind that takes it shape and colors of, from and stored actions and reactions. Oftentimes we fail to acknowledge the energy, the surrounding we succumb to with high alertness of our awareness yet the dominance that plays its part.
Most probably our heart will deny and “You are not going to like it!”
But Thank you as I recognize when I asked , why should I write.

and you all said, “It felt like you stole my diary”