The Return

I created this blog sometime back and totally forgot about it. The other day my brother sent me the link to his blog, a wonderfully done work, and that's when it dawned on me to have a look at my own.

Life changes a lot in a small span and then it stands still; what a paradox. In the short while that I been working, i have realised how much there is to a human being that what meets the eye. As a kid, and until a few years, i used to feel that the most important existence is my own. That others' lives are just background stories to the main plot of my life. I never imagined that the way a small family of three can become a world unto itself eclipsing the universe beyond. Mom's paintings, dads murals, my tennis, then our cooking, our tastes, our jokes; then my career, mom's career....only when i came out to the hostel did i realise what the world was.
What a great mosaic of pin pricks it is! Each pin having its own sheen, each tilted to a varying angle, each waiting for its moment to prick!

And then when we start to acknowledge everyone's existence and their talents, do we realise that its a bee's nest we have waded into. That you supposed to not cross some imaginary boundaries, not speak frankly while others may, not take people's words as obvious et al.
hahaahha...what a return..thanks dushy...for The Return.