Raw Lava - Page 2

How do you do it? Every single time? Where do the words come from?😆

Ok read it! Marvellous, just simply brilliant! They way U have connected him to be like a volcano! Which he defiantly is.

Originally posted by: niyoti

How do you do it? Every single time? Where do the words come from?😆

When you see someone who you have always viewed as the strongest, almost super human even, with tears of helplessness in their eyes, the anguish of grief reflected on their face you have to be truly stone hearted not to feel the burn of your own tears. It's a reality check and suddenly you begin to realize how very human they are. I may be referring to someone else and it may not apply to Rudra entirely. So all i will say is..

Ashish, take a bow.

It is a human sign, strongest or weakest, never met a man who has not wept in his life. No man is impervious to pain and grief. However inhuman, indifferent, selfish, powerful...there comes a time in every life when tears flow free, pain takes over. Pain is nature's reality check!

Originally posted by: Jaz1990

Ok read it! Marvellous, just simply brilliant! They way U have connected him to be like a volcano! Which he defiantly is.

U know what they say about volcanoes right?? Once they are spent...the world's most beautiful lakes are formed by passive volcanoes. Hope Rudra will turn into a beautiful peaceful water body one day!

^ the very thought of rudra being peaceful boggles my mind, u can't imagine it 😆

Aah Evie , how ONE person. A mother becomes the reason for a child to stand tall and brave the harshest tragedies of life, or become the reason for the rough and tough man to crumble to dust in an instant, because of her one act.

Raw Lava is what burns from his heart to pour out of his eyes. The hot spill rackets his body with the pain of not understanding, y she did it!

Originally posted by: Sofna

Aah Evie , how ONE person. A mother becomes the reason for a child to stand tall and brave the harshest tragedies of life, or become the reason for the rough and tough man to crumble to dust in an instant, because of her one act.

Raw Lava is what burns from his heart to pour out of his eyes. The hot spill rackets his body with the pain of not understanding, y she did it!

Whatever they might show in the future, nothing can justify this abandonment in my eyes. The woman in me cannot forgive a mother for putting an innocent child through this hell for the rest of his life.

Originally posted by: eveline

Whatever they might show in the future, nothing can justify this abandonment in my eyes. The woman in me cannot forgive a mother for putting an innocent child through this hell for the rest of his life.

You know Evie, sharing this from personal experience, everyone has their reasons. There are some who are cruel and do it on purpose, many have their own twisted explanation.
My 4 siblings, me the youngest (I was 5) was brought up by my eldest brother. My parents were alive but they preferred to stay in Bdesh. Today I have my own 3 children. I can see in their every step how much they need me, their mum, my support, guidance. love, care & it just re awakens in me how much I need my mum. But because my mum has been separate from us for so long she is like a guest in our life. Detached and informal. Even if she tries she cannot reawaken the motherly feelings or instincts for us.
You know the twist in the tale, that I at the tender age of 5 insisted to return with my dad to UK, leaving my mum behind! And it was because of my dad she had to spend most of her days in BD. So whom can I hate? I cannot hate either of them as they are my parents...but I cannot forgive their absence from my life during the crucial years too.

Beautifully put

such an evocative title! loved it - so fitting

Originally posted by: Sofna

You know Evie, sharing this from personal experience, everyone has their reasons. There are some who are cruel and do it on purpose, many have their own twisted explanation.
My 4 siblings, me the youngest (I was 5) was brought up by my eldest brother. My parents were alive but they preferred to stay in Bdesh. Today I have my own 3 children. I can see in their every step how much they need me, their mum, my support, guidance. love, care & it just re awakens in me how much I need my mum. But because my mum has been separate from us for so long she is like a guest in our life. Detached and informal. Even if she tries she cannot reawaken the motherly feelings or instincts for us.
You know the twist in the tale, that I at the tender age of 5 insisted to return with my dad to UK, leaving my mum behind! And it was because of my dad she had to spend most of her days in BD. So whom can I hate? I cannot hate either of them as they are my parents...but I cannot forgive their absence from my life during the crucial years too.

Sofie 🤗...thanks for sharing of piece of yourself, I will cherish it. I know its never easy to open locked doors especially for people who have pain hidden behind them...