
Lurking on the dark paths
With mind not in the same reality
Not existing on the plane of existence
I am in the echo
Beseeching the shadow for a dance
Chaotic in pattern

Lurking on the dark paths
With mind not in the same reality
Not existing on the plane of existence
I am in the echo
Beseeching the shadow for a dance

And they said your environment will become you
So I dived into the green firmament
Of lavish blues and browns
Singing melodies with birds
And following footsteps of butterflies
For what can be more enriching than glowing and growing nature

Whether it be the memes of flying chappals or those slaps across the face or having being beaten from a broomstick, listening to the stories of a normal day in the Indian household, you’ll notice how much child abuse has been normalized as a way for disciplining kids.
It has been internalized to the extent that majority of people are proud to have been through it and are continuing the toxic traits with their offsprings ignoring the effects that these verbal and physical abuse cause, both mentally and emotionally. Also this cycle of abuse continues in the adulthood and the degree of abuse and diversity in the ways is even more alarming.
Consequently, there are no stringent laws to protect the children from mistreatment from the family rather in case of approaching law maintaining authorities they’d be ridiculed. They’re expected to go through these without rebelling or opposing their abusers and to stay silent all through the ordeal. The only kind of child abuse that is considered preposterous is sexual abuse and the rest is considered to be positive reinforcement. This results in emotionally traumatized adults who themselves are unaware and hence, devoid of therapy.

Wherein human civilizations flourished, forgetting the essence of choice, we’re governed by norms dictating every aspect of life from clothes to the way of seating, from hair to career, from the pitch of voice to notions of taking a stand.
And amidst all this emerged the popular notion of “depression”. Being a part of the generation suffering the most as a cause of depression, feels being choked on expectations and pretenses…. But also being part of the generation trying to break through generations of toxic behaviour feels liberating.
Healing from traumas and transforming weaknesses into strength, we’re building a world that doesn’t shy away from accepting and acknowledging the flaws of an ancient civilization.
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