Inheritance of loss is a story which had the capacity to connect. And it spoke of a reality that each one of us tries to "ignore". Of destitution, of helplessness... We, living a life that is by all material means saturated overlook miseries.
one of the lines that really moved me said
... Its hard to accept oneself as is. Of our shortcomings and fragility. It needs a facade of persuasion, not for other but for our veryown self. Everyone does it....
This kinda jolted my guts inside. Were my beleifs my facade? or am i just running from my deficiancies?
I Could identify mysef with gyan. Was i just blaming my incompetence to unfathomed causes and treading a path i myself dont know where it lead....
god knows...
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