Is it the work of an idle mind, or are the demons in the head for real? Can there be smoke without fire or is the smoke itself a figment of the imagination? These are the thoughts that Sangha kept mulling over, reducing herself in her own esteem, feeling troubled, disturbed, suspicious, humiliated, cheated… till she saw a young girl on a cycle, negotiating the traffic on the busy road, riding to school.
The elan with which the youngster was riding, the obvious pride on the child’s face, her straight-backed posture that spoke volumes about the newness of the experience for her… what a splendid performance in the midst of the many bigger children, who were walking, with servants or parents carrying their satchels; or piling into a shared vehicle of a car- van- or auto-pool. What mixed emotions might the parents have felt as they let their little one go on the road, knowing the dangers and yet willing themselves to step back so that their daughter may grow up to be self-sufficient!
Am I too not such a parent? Have I not given the world the best thing: a good citizen? Are these doubts and suspicions worthy of the person who has mothered such a child? Instead, feel proud of your singular achievement Sangha told herself and felt the demons recede.