My Dejection.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Object of My Dejection.”

Time. Yes, and destiny. All come together and create situations which may make us feel dejected.For instance, I slogged when I was a young girl. I studied hard and wanted to prove a point to my dad. I became a doctor, got admission into a prestigious medical college of my dads choice. He got me married and it was then I lost him. It was much later that I started teaching in a medical college.I achieved what my dad wanted me to achieve. But he was not there to revel in its glory. It actually dejected me.

He was not there when my son was born.

He was not there when my children were growing up.

And he is not there now ,when I am facing my midlife crisis.

That is the object my dejection.

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