Enjoy the trampling.

The fourth Dimension has got people trampling over my aching body.
Time, that is, makes you enjoy pain.
There is a smirk every time my eyes go wet.

For those who have not followed my earlier posts. especially a few old friends in Washington spending hours reading my humble writings.

The Story unfolds like this.

My Father is the keeper of the Family assets handed over for centuries.
His sons feel proud to an extent of being egoistical for something that is there merely to be handedover.
There is a tug o war between the younger son and father.
Elder son, takes initiative to settle his younger brother, considering matrimony a solution.
Being denied identity by his own, the younger son and father get into a tiff, a fight that gets the son shot in his foot.
Now the son wishes to walk out of the committed matrimony.

What do I do?
For an initiative taken, I should have known of the consequences,
And if it was a responsibility that had to be accomplished, without prejudice, it was done so.
And if the situation that is today, was already forseen, then so must have been the pain.
What other way to feel the pain that one had invited.

Your Body must have been aching, so what if some bones will crackle,
Enjoy the trampling.