It is a few years now, the father of the house passed away. He held all in the family in a leash, taut, little room for maneuvering, feeling charged but suffocated. He was steering the family ship in the expected course.
There have been storms. He had to take help of others to oar. Some cooperated with responsibility, some protested for having embarked on the hazardous journey. Some were nonchalant, caring little, knowing well, others will do a better job.
Today without the leash sometimes there are doubts, sometimes outright fear, shall they be able to complete the journey? Life's journey is so hazardous.
