There have been times when I have wondered at the nuances of my own mind and its travails and sojourns. It is also true that at times though I decipher my thoughts well, I wear a pretense of convenience that I fail to understand myself.
When I attend a condolence meeting and observance of 2 minutes silence, why is it that I feel like laughing loudly? I shamelessly admit that I’ve felt the same even at a funeral. I really don’t know, it could be the play of the conscious and subconscious, of which I claim no knowledge, leave alone expertise. It is definitely not laughing at another’s grief.
There have been times remotely when I had felt being in love, experiencing a lovely pain, but soon I recover from it as if from a flu, and have admitted my inability to continue to hold the ‘feel’ to the recipient of my finer emotions. I hate hurting another person by word or deed. Damn my honesty, I have hurt a few.
Beautiful! "It is also true that at times though I decipher my thoughts well, I wear a pretense of convenience that I fail to understand myself."...yes...we pretend that we fail to understand ourselves...liked your honesty!
ReplyDeletethnx nasneen.. ur words give me strength
ReplyDeleteWe tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger... Better bet is Honesty!
ReplyDeleteKeep writing Honestly, coz, Honesty is the first chapter of the book of wisdom...
honesty is worth the trouble, allee paarvanam.. thnx
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