Anish Nadh’s Blog

How many threads are you entangled with? Wasn’t it simple when you were just a spool? You let go of yourself, sent the thread to the wind hoping to catch a feeling. You got entangled instead. But you cut the thread and let go again, and entangled some more. Soon the thread will end. All you’ll have is your empty spool. 

The rain drizzled gently on the tarred road, the hairy caterpillars congregated on the compound wall, fearless. There was a sense of melancholy in the air, as it was not a very bright day. I took my chetak scooter out for a spin in the rain. I felt the cold droplets on my skin. It started pouring heavily. I passed by the bakery, fragrance of freshly baked bread filled the air. I noticed other bikers taking cover from the rain. I didn’t stop, I rode on. 

Then she told me,   “I have a feeling,  You like the lady who sells plants.  You want her to notice you, Don’t you?” “You’re a little naughty,  But in a good way.  I figured you out quickly,  You can’t fool me.” “You might try to play a game,  But I’ve already solved it.  You won’t beat me,  I know your secret.” I just didn’t like being read,  She saw through me!  She always did! So I left. 

I was your victim,  You, the beneficiary!  Yes! You used me!  Wait, come to think of it!  You were my victim!  I was the beneficiary!  Yes! I used you!  Wait again!  We are both victims and beneficiaries of our actions!  Adulting without anyone noticing! And silently disappearing into the world!  Next victim please!