Discussing the weather with the friendly lift-man, who only knows one weather, stuck inside that metal box all day in the cold white light - the impatience of others who are free to step out, anytime, any floor they want.
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Getting out of the office at 6.45 PM. As you wait at the petrol pump, you think - so this is the time they set bombs to go off, you know, rush hour, when people are eager to get back to their lives that they left behind at home, the only real life. So what do you do? I mean, apart from keeping your will ready? There will never be time to say all that you wanted to say, will there?
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Old lesson learned at the badminton court, from a friend who taught you to not run too far from the center – “Always, always, guard your fort.” Old lesson you needs must come back to, again and again.
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Looking for life on other planets? And then there is this looking for life on your planet, in this search for reciprocity, this "Yes, I know exactly what you mean". There is no one on this planet either, is there?
3 comments:
Thank you Asha.
Thank you, 'a thousand times over'. :)
beautiful.
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