"What's attachment? How does it look like?" asked the curious little girl.
The grown ups were in a deep discussion about this phrase she had never heard of and no one really bothered to listen to her, except the old man. He turned to her, stood up from his chair, smiled at her, walked towards the study and asked her to follow him. They entered the room, he opened the drawer, took out two pieces of paper, one black another red, took some glue and went to the table.
He applied the glue on the black paper carefully and placed the red one over it and said, "This is attachment". He then pulled one paper and it easily came out. "But they are not attached yet", he continued. "Let's give them some time so that they get adhered properly".
The girl and the old man waited for sometime to get the adhesive dry off. After sometime, he pulled the papers again slowly but neither came off. "They are now attached, forever. But forever is not really forever", he said and pulled the two papers a little harder. They tore, with a little bit of black on red and red on black.
"See, they lost their shape and would never look the same again, if not attached together."
The little girl felt bad for the papers. She loved the colors when they were placed together and now they lost their charm.
"This is the thing about attachment. It takes a while to get attached to each other and it would be too difficult to detach once attached together. May be an external force can, and that would tear them apart. Sometimes one will be intact, but the other will be totally destroyed, sometimes both will lose their shape and it all depends on the way they were attached and how the external force behaves on them", he paused.
"In the discussion outside and in reality, human beings are the papers and the external force can be feelings, misunderstandings, distance, ego or even a third party. The more attached and strong we are. unlike the papers, the lesser would be the external force's impact."
The girl looked perplexed and the old man continued, "you wouldn't understand this now, may be you will, someday, once you grow up, but never learn it the hard way and don't be one of those torn color papers."
The grown ups were in a deep discussion about this phrase she had never heard of and no one really bothered to listen to her, except the old man. He turned to her, stood up from his chair, smiled at her, walked towards the study and asked her to follow him. They entered the room, he opened the drawer, took out two pieces of paper, one black another red, took some glue and went to the table.
He applied the glue on the black paper carefully and placed the red one over it and said, "This is attachment". He then pulled one paper and it easily came out. "But they are not attached yet", he continued. "Let's give them some time so that they get adhered properly".
The girl and the old man waited for sometime to get the adhesive dry off. After sometime, he pulled the papers again slowly but neither came off. "They are now attached, forever. But forever is not really forever", he said and pulled the two papers a little harder. They tore, with a little bit of black on red and red on black.
"See, they lost their shape and would never look the same again, if not attached together."
The little girl felt bad for the papers. She loved the colors when they were placed together and now they lost their charm.
"This is the thing about attachment. It takes a while to get attached to each other and it would be too difficult to detach once attached together. May be an external force can, and that would tear them apart. Sometimes one will be intact, but the other will be totally destroyed, sometimes both will lose their shape and it all depends on the way they were attached and how the external force behaves on them", he paused.
"In the discussion outside and in reality, human beings are the papers and the external force can be feelings, misunderstandings, distance, ego or even a third party. The more attached and strong we are. unlike the papers, the lesser would be the external force's impact."
The girl looked perplexed and the old man continued, "you wouldn't understand this now, may be you will, someday, once you grow up, but never learn it the hard way and don't be one of those torn color papers."
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