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Love Shown Right

Doctor, may I hold your hand? As it was not one for a handshake, this request did intrigue me. Before granting his wish, I felt I needed to know the reason. The quest of finding it led to an unfurling of that boys bringing up.


The youngest to two elder siblings and, with his father an expatriate, he grew up amid three women; two sisters and a doting mother. During the consultation, he disclosed to me that he never felt attracted to women. He wanted to live with a man whom he could choose when it was time. The parents who accompanied him for a later session were hell-bent on not allowing such a marriage as their religion never allowed it. They couldn't bear the shame inflicted by society.


Delving deep into his mind, he revealed the reason why he couldn't accept a woman as his life partner. He had never seen his daddy love his mommy, and they would always quarrel in front of him whenever his father came on leave to live with them. The revelations of the parents were furthermore shocking. Yes, they both used to voice their difference of opinions aloud in front of their children. And, though being in their late fifties, they were deep in love mentally and physically but behind the closed doors of their bedroom. This boy never got to see their parents saying a loving word to each other, leave alone a kiss.


Earlier families were not nuclear but big-sized. There was love everywhere as cousins, uncles, aunts, and grandparents. But nowadays, the parents are the only ones kids get to see as elders in the family. 


There is nothing wrong with an appropriate display of love or verbal affection in front of the kids. Already, the millennial kids are confused with a lot of new normals on social media. Over there is a display of affection, appropriate and inappropriate to many occasions. So if they don't get a chance to see true love at home, such perplexes as this boy had might occur more frequently.



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  1. dr jogiJanuary 23, 2021 at 9:02 PM

    True Sankaran. Love have to be expressed. No sense in keeping it within.

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  2. UnknownJanuary 25, 2021 at 1:20 PM

    Hidden love is useless.......Very true dear friend👌

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