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A dissertation of emotions , brought to focus the involvement of physical organs in depicting  various behaviours.

Emotions are feelings. They are what drive us and what drives us astray.

Emotions affect moods, moods overpower judgement, judgement changes decisions.

Physiological postures give us a cue of the intensity and impact of the feelings.

A lowered head is a sign of submission.

Down cast eyes reflect defeat.

Deep sunk eyes reveal sadness.

Squinting eyes lead to evaluation.

Staring means aggressive action.

Blinking shows mediocracy.

Winking makes you look witty.

Nosy points out to inquisitiveness.

Red cheeks display anger.

Cheeky discloses impudence.

Mouthy professes excessive talkativeness.

Pouting the lips allege displeasure.

Pulling a long face expose disappointment.

Biting the teeth expresses rage.

These are but a few classical portrayals of emotions  as reflected by the sensory organs.

Reclining on my arm chair in my porch, I go back to the days of my childhood.

Half a century back,  really so long, I cannot believe, I cannot assume, I shrivel, I recollect the day I got to school.

I was lead into my Kindergarten ,by Sister Denis .

The KG teacher,  carried me aloft, and called me “Dolly.”

Sister Denis,introduced me to the class as Meena, my original name.My eyes got moist, as I bade a subdued farewell to my mom,who in turn wiped her eyes and walked out of the class.

I was a quiet girl, very reserved, and much caressed by my teacher.

I was good worker, a keen listener and had a strong memory.

These qualities  are still predominant, and I was a prefect of my class right from KG to sixth form.

I was elected as the School Pupil leader,with thundering majority.

At home, I was a child ,who gave least botheration to my parents.

The domestic staff ,in my household ,simply adored me.

 Now , my children have flown away from me, on pursuit of achievements and excellence.

My husband ,  tries to pull me into social activities and other worldly pursuits.

I dare not.

I wish to be my own self, away from the maddening crowd, unobtrusive, unknown, unfamiliar ,yet studious, serving society without much advertisement,spelling out simple, practical ,advice to whoever   knocks my door.

I wake up from my reverie,as the telephone  starts ringing, bringing me back to the mundane world.

Marriages are made in heaven.

Marriage is a coherent, coordinated,relevant,rhythmic ,progression.

If there is a slight tug here, a different pull there, a weak sign of discontent, a predominant note of anger, a prescribed  report of shortcomings, an uninvited interference of the elders, a statutory reference of detailed proceedings of daily life to the parents, will jitter the sanctity of wedlock

Companionship and perfect understanding  formulate a successful marriage.

Trivia and snobbishness ruin the relationship.

Young couple should emulate a friendship devoid of egoism, selfishness,and possessiveness.

 A flower looks beautiful,when it is in its bloom.

It is best ,when not plucked,since its charm is experienced by most..

It is better, when it adorns a living room , as its grace is enjoyed by many.

It is good, when it decorates a bride, because it adds glamour to the person.

Wedlock is best when it is allowed to blossom.when it is left untouched by others.

The,  two individuals , who take the oath of marriage, should pledge to live happily,radiate joyous bliss,bring forth worthy off springs, and celebrate the marriage  embellishment