It is like I di…

It is like I did not have a life for a week. 

Hello Internet. You are such a forgiving mistress. No questions asked, no explanations expected. It is a shame how I treat you. But at least I don’t treat you like shit. Atleast, I keep returning to you. Are you my true love?

I am feeling lost in the mire of the all music bands that keep cropping up every time I switch on the idiot box. At one point in time, when I was listening to so much more music. Then I wanted new but new would not come. Now, out of habit and also because I get intimidated by all the variety, I stick to old. 

I am dealing with girls who are my age and younger to me, who come from villages. I am getting continually amazed at the openness that they exhibit. If you have lived in small towns and then lived in cities, I guess you would feel the same too. I love spending time with them. Their awe at things that would be largely inconsequential to me, its amazing. Or how openly they show their fondness for me. Such honest acts of concern and love. In some ways, they are making things easier for someone who desperately needed to believe in things like gratitude and inert goodness of humans. How will I ever explain to them how they are making life more simple for me with their open-faced honesty and inherent goodness. How. 

Some times you get kindness from unexpected quarters. When I shall go back to the world where lying is the norm, where there is competition when it is not required, where you are always involved in the game of oneupmanship, it is these girls that I will think of to get perspective.