The Conflict of Guilt and Hatred
In life there are moments holding .... They are moments of change.
Very abstract, very philosophical, also quite original metaphors. Impressive overall, but one wonders if you are not being a little precocious.People do not banter around with such deep ideas. It is hard then to keep the rest of the writing at this level.
For as long as I live, I know .... blind to the world I lived in.
What is this place you're talking about ? And why are you waiting? Whose brown hand ? What was your uncle and aunty's speech about ? Why 'loosening' suspicion ?
This is nice -- memories enter me like light does the eye or music a lonely soul.
I envy the days inside which .... amount of self-hatred within me.
Well expressed, one can feel your resentment. But whom is it directed at, your parents, which is what one thinks; or your uncle and aunty. If the latter, why is it them ? The reader feels a need to know.
Since that day and after experiencing .... being sold into child prostitution.
Again, the first sentence brings up the question, what are you talking about ? Which moment ? This sentence ... the unappealing guts .. is out of tone with the rest. It sounds like school-boy lingo, Manhattan kind. Lovely expression and thought here .. In another world, another lifetime, I could've just been another beggar on the streets of Calcutta, a single step away from being sold into child prostitution.
I remember wanting to punch my uncle .... about metaphors, euphemisms, and hatred.
Suddenly from the basement you're now in the car. It's impressive how you recognize and now talk about your feeling guilty for hating .. the family, but again, whom do you mean. Your family in the US, or back in India ?
Though I would like to believe that my .... and I've learned to doubt it.
You're a sensitive girl, going by your writing . I hope putting it in words in this essay helped you grapple with these emotions.
Though they didn't let me walk the .... turned into my own personal guillotine.
This has stretched out a bit too much ..her perfume pulled the last straw and strangled me, her long fingernails turned into my own personal guillotine.
But, maybe that's how you actually feel, then you might want to tweak it a bit. I am having difficulty with imagining 'fingernails' as 'guillotine'.
It was not the realization and sight of .... know how revolting they were to me.
The strength of feeling is strong ... your aunt's 'perfume' feeling like lashes. You've actually missed out the word, I'm assuming is perfume or such like. Or was it something else ?
All the rest of the para is very well expressed.
So I sat quietly by, and let them continue their lives in a charade of bliss and happiness.
I specially like how you recognize the hatred as consequence of the guilt you feel about your own 'privileged' life. A sort of coping don't you think, shifting its responsibility to the other elders in the family ? Also, is there really a conflict of these two emotions as your title suggests ? The hatred is quite unjustified, unless there is more than what you've said in your essay.