A short guide to cool the flames of anger.

For most of my life, anger defined me. I chased the culprit, the perpetrator, the enemy like the devil was upon me.

You are not the daughter of my dreams.

My dad would say those words and I chased this person who hurt me with his cruel words.

Writing is a flimsy thing. No one is going to read what you write.

Like a knife you don’t see coming at your heart, my father’s careless words cut me deep. This hurt gave birth to anger that refused to leave my side. My heart, my soul and my whole body burned the living hell out of me.

Instead of cooling the flames, I chased the arsonist who was my father.

Anger sneaks into our soul like a clever thief

You don’t see this enemy until it barges into your home and becomes a house guest.

Cooling the flames of Anger —-

To your inspirations,

Banchi