By Ayush Jain
Now I sit back and see. Reflecting upon the way I am. The reflections
are not of what I did, what comprises me, what constitues my
identity or what constitutes my character. The reflections are of
what is left untouched when the impressions on my recede. My off
week(minus 2 working days) is coming to an end.
The week comprised of a great chunk of sporting action, lethargic
walks in outings at crowded places, some sleep and a sleepover at
my friends place. I don the personality that my friends like;
understanding that relationship we share is limited.
After a while, our experience with each other is another rendition of
our impressions that we intend to maintain on each other. Filters
are slowly finding a place in our conversations, trying to ensure that
our past experiences are still beautiful.
While I was home and alone, I spent most of my time sitting. Sitting
just for the sake of it. Silence helps to break me from the multifaced
other that judges everything I do. My personality dissolves and
identity loosens. The rules intended to help us live a good life feel
like futile devices. Experience takes over and brings an intensity.
Experience cannot be justified, it need not be, it shouldn’t be. The
most intense of the time I spend.
By Ayush Jain
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