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Memoir/20201227

Noted Nest

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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