The event had such a sad effect on my spirit that for a long...

The event had such a sad effect on my spirit that for a long time I couldnt erase the thought from my memory. I was fed up with my family and myself. I used to think that I should not return home from school. I used to offer a silent prayer to God that I die of some serious sickness. Many a time I thought of committing suicide. Several times I dreamt that I was married and fighting with my spouse. During such dreams I used to plan a strategy for preserving my rights.

After my marriage I tried several times to pick up a quarrel with my wife to demonstrate to her that I am an angry person. Luckily my wife is of a cool nature. She treats me with love and affection and convinces me with good arguments and advice. It is my good luck that the ill temper did not last long with me. When I recall the mistakes of my parents I did introspection over my own failings and I tried hard to mend my nature. Now I am leading a peaceful life.

Another gentleman writes: When I was nine years old my parents separated because of acute differences. They left my sister, my brother and me in the care of our paternal grand father. We used to cry there very often. While visiting my mother I used to dream while sleeping that I wouldnt go to my fathers house. After some time some well-meaning relatives intervened and made my parents to reunite. My mother returned back to our home.

But during that short break my spirit got so much affected that even now I feel sad about it. Now I make a serious effort that whenever I have any differences with my wife, we dont give vent to our feelings in the presence of our children. Another letter reads thus: there are many bitter memories of my childhood and pleasant memories are but few. When I remember those days I become sad and I am unable to control the tears wetting my eyes.

The reason for this sadness is that I always found my parents arguing and fighting. Thus they made life difficult for us brothers and sisters. We are a family of eight children. I never argue with my husband that I do not become the cause of the bitterness of my husband and children. In one letter someone writes: . Age five is the best part of ones childhood. When I was of this age there came about bitter differences between my parents. My father brought a second wife.

Because of these differences my mother secured a divorce from my father. We were six brothers and sisters. One day turned very bitter for us.