The Strings of Attachment Sagarika Mukerji
The strings of attachment is a concept where in with every little event and occurrences that take place in between people eects the attachment in between them which is in turn represented as light strings.
The First Look
That moment when you come to know of the existence of someone and you can hear the click inside your heart that there is something in the air, there is a common ground which only belongs to the two of you and you can feel something creating a bond between the two of you.
The First Spark
After thinking of various ways to approach this new connection your life, there’s a spark. Without any words, the two connect, the touch, making sure the physical existence of the other is true and not just their imagination.
The First Text
Finally when you make verbal contact, the initiative and the response both together open a portal to keep having a constant contact and there’s no going back.
Acceptance
And then you’re nally close enough to let each other in and share your personal space, the strings kept increasing and with a silence in between, everything became clear.
With acceptance comes commitment, commitment to be there for each other for the good and bad and promises to be there for one another forever. The bond between the two is as strong as the strings that tie them, bind their soul.
The Change
After a little while things will begin to change, a little jealously, a little ti will lead to disturbances in the nature of the strings.
Physical
Remember the rst spark? It got the physical presence into the awareness, the strings were strong, where is it going now? Oppression and sel shness takes a toll on the strings of attachment and slowly they are bending, shaping it self into a noose for the submissive.
Mixed
The strings had her bound, afraid to show her oppressed face, she mixed up her emotions and let herself get tangled. Like jigsaw puzzles her heart was confused.
The strings of attachment are here to stay, tangled up on her neck, control of which remains with the string holder, she let him control. The strings of attachment aren’t always as pretty as they may feel to our soul.