Self, Senses & Insensitivity.

“Does what we do in life matter so much, or is it what we don’t do that carries weight? ” — (The Architect’s Apprentice)

It carries its own pleasure when you read a book while the rain lashes and the tea smokes 

—And me, while I am having the worst flu!  I told her that I caught it from my sister who caught it from her school And my mother said that I sleep with air conditioning on all night long while the weather is abruptly changing to colder so I had to get it one way or the other. 

Another day, some old relatives of my father sent him a very old picture of the wedding ceremony of  my grandparents and I found myself asking my father if he remembers how his parents used to look when they were still  young. Age seeps in and doesn’t even leave a whisper.

  I am glad that it’s going to be a year since I’ve started to write here and I am very pleased with myself over this. When I read my previous posts, they appear very naive to me and I wonder how come I’ve changed so much in a year? And I wonder if the readers too have noticed this.

Socialized and uncivilized we are getting simultaneously.Your face becomes a product when you’re taking pictures of it all the time and adorning it for it. Then you are sorting out which picture to put as your whatsapp profile, which one would suit your highly acclaimed fb profile, and the one which can earn you most laudations over insta. Camera has become a tool which keeps you engaged in the exterior self. What if you or others get tired watching your face all the time then after sometimes you are going to say,  “Mom I’ve got tired of this face, I need a new one.” Might be that someone else would suggest you to put on a new one cause it doesn’t look good any more. I am just saying, I know it’s pretty ridiculous.