Life sometimes puts us in a situation where we don't understand what my guilt is. Sometimes it feels as if we are in captivity.
Not every prison is walled. We sometimes live in captivity that has walls, but those walls are not visible, those walls are felt. Sometimes it feels like jumping a wall, but some restrictions have made the legs so heavy that the jump cannot be killed. The laws of the world are strange. Those laws are not written, they are imposed. This is the story of a girl. Very gifted in teaching. Came to college. She befriended a boy. She would sit and talk with the boy. It felt good with that. She shared her story without any fear or hesitation. At the girl's house, she found out that he was hanging out with a boy. He stopped going to college. He did not understand what crime I had committed that I had been met at home. When I asked my father, he said, I was sending you to study in college, not to have fun! The girl said, but I was studying! Where have I done anything so bad? The father said, "What is the matter with you?" You want to talk to a boy! The girl finally said, let's assume I have committed a crime, but why different laws for me and my brother? The brother also talks to many girls, why put them at homeDon't give
Every household has laws. Who makes these laws? Sometimes the lineage is traditional and sometimes it is created by the elders of the house. Not every man has Gandhi alive, some men have even a small Taliban. The terrorists in the house do not have guns in their hands but they continue to commit murders. There is no other sin like killing dreams. Such killers are well-rounded in many homes. He sometimes names his crimes as values, traditions, culture and ideals. These people have a habit of throwing flowers at hunters! By providing tools and facilities, those people say that everything has been given to you! What do you want now Sometimes people get the answer that they don't want anything, keep everything with you. In the case of people who run away from home, it is not always the fault of the fugitive, it is also the fault of those sitting in the house.