Dear Girija:

I will persist with the image of the bird. You were born a small bird with wings but unable to fly, not yet. Then, within the context of your family, your wings were damaged, and instead of growing out of your nest, the nest grew bigger and bigger. As you interacted with the world outside, your workplace in particular, you see that the nest is even bigger and you are too small in this ever growing nest.

It is not a nest of comfort, it is a trap and it looks way too big, as if there is nothing out there for you but this undesirable nest, one that you hate!

What is the point, the bird asks, what is the point of me flying, even if I could, even if my wings were bandaged and made functional, what is the point of flying away if there is no place desirable to fly to?

Am I understanding correctly?

anita