[In an eternal lost and found case, an unsolved mystery whirling the society surfaces from time & tide, again. Tethered present, views it as a current prevalence of increasing destruction in mass - where every possible shoot from head to toe, seeping swiftly into the lives of new blooms, continues to preserve its dominance with colorful distractions.]

The lineage of trauma bonding, and building is a never-ending loop. The fact that this is being talked now, yet the damage, which was done much before. While I say so, we the people of this nation who are touted to be diverse, welcoming in nature emotionally - has also a dark side to it when EQ is concerned because most of it is unheard, and unhealed. The fact that maybe I, will not be alive to see a full circle flip in the society FOR it - kinds of leaves me with a puppy face eye filled with tears, to know & witness, IF EVER this happens in human existence living that long.

[With the unseen umbilical cord removed before time, the babylike wish inside to cut the loop of trauma building was in the list first. But alas!]

Now!? They really do not carry strength to understand the definition of a "relation", forget about “relationship”, and being in it. Not even questioning "nurturing" in this context. With my generation still struggling to deal between trauma bonding, trauma building & trauma healing, many out there with an intent to cut the loop because that’s one of the best ways to stop (this-damsel in distress) growing further; it’s already a huge deal. Forget getting any relation to grow here, this way. Yeah, trying is always handy. But the roots dug so deep like a banyan, a curse to talk ill against trauma masked as emotions, because you are hurting someone or the other & the curse would fester on you more, because you have tried breaking a taboo.

TALK ABOUT MODERNISATION OVER, & OVER!!!and get drained for FREE!! FREE!!! FREEEEE!!!

My generation, and the ones after, seem to falter when it comes to relationships  - not because we’re incapable, but because we’re navigating a world that’s shifted beneath us. I’ve felt this myself, wrestling with what it even means to connect deeply. Today, you can’t miss the stillness: streets hushed, parks abandoned, a quiet that seeps into everything. It’s not just loneliness -  it’s the weight of trying to build something lasting when every conversation feels like it’s dodging landmines. Stumbling through relationships - because we’re caught in a landscape where progress dresses itself up as collapse. Look around: streets hum with algorithms more than voices, while screens glow with endless noise. It’s not just quiet -  it’s a world where what matters most, like trust or accountability, gets buried under distractions masquerading as necessity. We’re all complicit, chasing shiny new systems that promise connection but deliver isolation, and no one steps up to own the mess - we lay foundations with hope, but the ground keeps cracking, and time only widens the gaps.