Musings

Who Art Thou?

The cool breeze ruffled our hair. The fading sunlight fell onto our faces, more like gentle rays than a harsh beams. Looking up, you could see fiery orange between the dark greens of the canopy of the branches. We sat on the park bench, with our arms occasionally brushing against each other. The setting sun signified the end of our time together, and she decided to ask a question whose answer is more varied, elusive, and invisible than time.

“What sort of a person are you?”

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Musings

Beginnings Till The End

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She wasn’t sure what was more out of the ordinary, the medicines or the cake.

The medicines have been her companion for a strong 20 months now. The pills and syrups along with the injections and other high doses now represent her life in it’s crude glory – a battle everyday to survive. She popped in more medicines in a day than most do in months. The sudden diagnosis led to the beginning of a whole new way of life, adrift from a totally different life prior to it.

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Musings, Special

Of Expectations and Satisfaction

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He walked on, the sack on his shoulders a mere trivial, avoidable distraction. The future in sight, the path beneath his feet, and a journey towards his goals to look forward to..’

The world around us has built up a compilation of needs and demands that it wishes to extract from an individual, and has subtly named it expectations. So much so, that a person accepts, emulates and passes on the ideology without thinking about either the repercussions or pretext. Expectations vary from the realistic to the unrealistic; helpful to damaging; beneficial to borderline sadist. And the most common purpose of expecting? To be satisfied. In whatever manner –  emotionally, financially, socially or materialistically.

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