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https://youtu.be/A0RDIT5-bng

Noise ... a poem by kalki koechlin ... collaborating with Blush

The first one was a link that my friend made me read on a parent perspective. The second one is a fwd WhatsApp and the third link is something we all connect with today's times.

All these shares that I came across yday... thought of posting it here as I though they were good shares Never mind the source

Kalpana the first one is so deep as a child is child to parents no matter wht circumstances come there way

And second one is truly a work of genius
Mind blowing

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And the link of the third one is not opening will see when it opens

Kalpana it is a story of courage and acceptance and put so simply with the image of travel to Italy and Holland.

The mastery people have over words has always brought a smile. Thank you for sharing this exchange between two of the finest minds that shaped people's thinking in the 19th century.

Nice way to bring a different perspective

Originally posted by: Errantnomad

Longtime Sesame Street writer Emily Perl Kingsley has been advocating for people with disabilities since 1974, when her son, Jason (co-author of Count Us In: Growing Up With Down Syndrome), was born with Down syndrome. In 1987, she wrote Welcome To Holland, which has remained a source of comfort and inspiration ever since.

Welcome to Holland

BY EMILY PERL KINGSLEY

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this...

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you never would have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around...and you begin to notice Holland has windmills...and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.

But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to go to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...about Holland.

I haven't read his book but I looked it up after I read your post.

My mil's sister and her husband are taking care of their 47 yr old disabled son in their 80's. He is still more physically stronger than his parents when they try to do his routines and there are his aggressive moments. She had a hip fracture end of last year when she had a fall because he pushed and resisted his 84 yr old mom changing him. She has a weakening eyesight. Periyappa was himself down with fever that week . It's always musical chair with care givers and nurse's attendance.

Naturally concerned, my Mil placed a call to her...and it was quite bizarre in the sense that my MIl last December three weeks prior to this unfortunate incident had a bad fall suffering an ankle fracture during her morning walk and was still recuperating.

Her sister's response to my mother in law during the chat was ' Nee mattum than vizhindu adi pattupaya, enakkum vizha theriyum paathaiya, Nee kaale udachindiyaana naan our padi mela iduppa udachuppen...chinna vayasilendhe namukkulla potti thaan, Nee firsta naan firsta, enna... indha dharava Nee first naan second next. Unakku first prize enakku second prize .

Her positivity at 83 from a hospital bed was a Huge ball of lump down my throat that day when my MIL related her convo with her sister to me. People like my periamma just live in the moment and take life head on.

I have absolutely no clue as to how people take life head on for sufferings like this and I'm a coward that way who only resorts selfishly to hide behind a quick thank you to a superior being ..for keeping me out of the pain of this alternate world. That there is joy too in this world is according to me their coping mechanism. But if that helps them seeing that joy...more power to them then.

Karma and religion are questionable / cryptic answer clues to cross word / cross world of pain and suffering , something that the reviews of his book underline. Who wants to even know you did this in your last birth so your child will suffer now. If that's justice to sins ... it's refutable .

I am just thinking that it all boils down to people's coping mechanisms. Whatever lessens or soothes them to keep themselves sane and going , they embrace that. From the looks of it I guess..For some it's courage embracing acceptance and for others like shourie its courage through defiance from acceptance ...if that makes sense.

Sorry folks , did not intend to get so brooding on this here... this place is more for looking at stories as our connect to float in the story world. Our update soon??.. enna Nisha???

Kalpana your narrative of periamma reminded me of one of Nishas characters... Periappa ...the reason II got rejected...her confidante her inspiration...his powerful prrsence in her life...

Good morning.