Dear Girija:

“It is like I am in a washing machine, and someone else is turning it on and off as they wish”-

– the way I see it, there is this beautiful bird who lives in a washing machine called “home” and her mother turns that machine on and off as she wishes: she wakes you up in the morning when she chooses to, she decides where you sleep (in one room with her and your sister), she decided that you should take on a life insurance policy, she decides when she talks to you and about what she will talk to you (not with you, but to you). She is currently deciding who you will marry.

This washing machine turning on and off without your consent, without your input, your yes-or-no, is messing up your wings, they get flattened and wrinkled with each on-cycle and once they get a long breath of fresh air and gain their volume and strength, she turns on the washing machine and your wings once again get wrinkled and weak.

anita