Note 39 : Hippies

"you dont have to raise them like hippies..vagabonds..
Why raise them as your mirror.. Get them into civilization" my aunt proclaimed..

"why?" I asked..

"I let them choose their dreams..their life.. For I want them to be like the wild flower..not something they build in a laboratory.. I dont want uniformity in their thots..I want them to go with the flow..and I dont want them to be bound by the definition of this world..fall in a life cycle..which they call.. They will be what they are and not what the world wants them to be.."

She shrugged off..

"it's only for the books of yours .. This isn't how life is. "

The women came into the room..

Ag, she looked a farmer..post her gardening routine..there was no finishing to her..a bird perched on a tree and that is how she had to be..

Lil, a semi torn shirt she loved..and something of a skirt.. Glasses.. And she was your college professor..

"wassup" she asked the aunt..

A shrug was wat she got for an answer..

Ag smiled and waved it off.."humans!!" she sighed

I broke into hysterically laughter ..

my mirrors.. well they are..

Me