Dotted Thoughts
A friend once asked me, how do I live in a hundred stories?
At that point in life, stories had so much care, depth, and fascination.
When I think about being part of stories today, be it a hundred or even a million,
I sense insincerity, insecurity, and ignorance.
The protagonists, the second chorus, and the main theme all become a part of some ploy to win some accolades in the public theatre.
No one remembers the writers, the narrators, or even the underlying ideology.
Another friend asked me today, Why do I feel that I am no longer intuitive?
I guess it’s partly got to do with algorithms ruthlessly deciphering our choices.
Isn’t it scary to just be- your thoughts, stories, intuitions making dents into the daily chores of simply existing.
Perhaps, not the best Sunday siesta afterthought, but here we go- all prepared to face the new week!
