- I found a good analogy today and I was raised better than to waste one.
- Anyone who cares for me, I have found worried for my safety, emotional and physical. That I discount too much, put up with more than is required and forgive very easily, they worry. Answering back, I usually just appeal to the inherent goodness of humans, say ‘to whom evil is done, do evil in return’ and have for myself a half-convinced, more worried crowd to entertain the next time I don’t report an online stalker.
- My mother tells me faith is important. She never gave me a god to have faith in but she told me to have it in the living, count as idols the grass, the sky, and the little seeds of a pomegranate. To have faith in people, the good in them patiently, she taught me.
- I was driving a long stretch of traffic-ridden road, with ‘not a big surprise’ by Prateek Kuhad playing in my ears. And my biased mind, picking only the vehicles that move to the tune of the music in my head, put on a big show. This convenient melody moved to the background, and any other detail honking, swearing, or potholes became an essential note in the affair.
- That is how I live this life. My mind always sways to the background melody of grandpas in trains that help you fix your bed-sheet, taxi drivers who return cameras, and messages of virtual hugs. So the guy who made me cry in front of my college, the one who touched me wrongly, and the girl who told me I seek attention, fit themselves in the spaces of these songs, like essential elements of this good-bad melody.
The plain worry of a friend will help me be kinder to a man who yells at me for bumping my Vespa into him on a road. And I will tell my friend to not worry, love,
For now –
I know its cold
But my hands are warm
And my heart is strong.