One Saturday Morning!
Eyes nonchalant, look down. Trees layered with dust loom over vehicles running in parallels. Heart heavy, exclaims – “What a gloomy day!” Body feels a wave of heat down the spine. Eyes surprised, look above to find the Sun shining obliquely. Brain thoughtful, admits – “ Life surprises you in the most ironic ways.” All this while the lips stay pressed together, whilst uttering a word or expression. Where then do they go? these words unsaid, these moments forgotten, these emotions snubbed… For the pain it may inflict, For the scars it may leave, For the damage it may cause… Where do they go? Where are they buried? What does that make you? A living being who chooses to bury things and conceals. Aren’t we all the same that way! Why then are we judged? Judged by myriad of insipid, inconsequential things like – marks, religion,looks,cast,etc. Quintessential human behavior, is it? or a chosen blind eye to hypocrisy. The mind flashes a memory....