” The hardest side of life is loneliness, but at the same time it is the strongest side of your life.”
-@author_sujisha

“See how he has dismantled this toy car into several parts. I often buy toys. In few minutes, everything lay as pieces, such an imperfectionist,” scowled Arjun looking at his five-year-old son.
“He is just a kid,” Anand, his friend, tried to calm him.
“How will he succeed in the future? I am worried.”
“Watch him carefully. He perfectly separates the parts but does not break them. Who knows, someday, he can join the bomb squad and defuse bombs, saving many lives. As parents, we have to identify their skills and guide them accordingly.”
Arjun found the key to parenting.

Shefali, Krithika, Karan, and Jacob went to their class teacher in a fit of frustration.
“I simply can’t understand Math,” cried Jacob.
“And I am so bad at Geography,” wailed Karan.
“I wish I didn’t have to study languages to clear my boards,” hollered Krithika painfully.
“I hate history and can never remember names of kings, wars, dynasties,” exclaimed Shefali in agony.

The teacher looked at the four best friends and said, “Imperfections are like superglue. They bring people together. Embrace your imperfections and go create a balanced world.”

She was betrayed and hurt by her loved ones and a few nerds, slowly and for sure she became bitter and alone, a schizophrenic doubting even herself. Mislaying herself and her sanity, she decided to do some inner engineering. Surrendered to live in a consecrated space to find her true self- Inward she searched, layer by layer she finding herself.

Embracing her fragility and shedding all her ruefulness, she came back to life, a new her, new vistas. Now she stepped back into the maddening crowd with new zest, new possibilities inside. Intuitive and enlightened she now only smiled.

Father and son were sitting on a peaceful shore when the boy began to sob.
Pulling him closer the father said, “The truth is hard for you, I know. Do you regret having me as your father?”
“Not ever.” The boy kissed his dad. “But it feels bad to be an unwanted abandoned child. Is congenital blindness my fault?”
“You weren’t unwanted. Its just that I needed you more than them.” The father quipped. “No girl would marry a crippled man like me. How would I become a father then. Our imperfections is a blessing son. ” The father sighed.

“Look! Arun is crying like a sissy!” His friends at school had mocked him.
SLAP! “Did I beget you after years of praying to our kuladeivam for this? To have an emotional fool of a son like you?” his amma cursed him.
Arunachalam couldn’t understand why being emotional and getting hurt was unfathomable to his near and dear ones!
As he grew up and launched his YouTube channel – Men get hurt too – the millions of subscribers proved right what he had been thinking all along – emotional masculinity is real, and nothing to be ashamed of!