One cold winter morning while the world went about its morning business', she sat with her back against a cream wall. Eyes closed, breath calm, pulsed witness to a social forbidding !
A lid of protection hovered about her. The battle of deeds filled her thoughts. But a sense of forthrightness swelled her into clear affirmation !
There was nothing to change, just a slight alteration of directions. Her, so far, rigid mind needed to be untangled and set free for once knots are tied the only thing left to be free is, one's mind !
However, this battle of deeds left her cross, frowned and wrinkled, lurking for consolidated moments of solitude and ignorance !
One thought - that raced every other and stood first in the race was that.. If one's soul is knotted, then one's body is one's own. Or if one's body is knotted then one's soul is one's own. Either ways, either one belonged to her. Even the choice of which one ?
Body or soul.... Let the mind decide!
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