cry over spilt milk

In the land of milk and honey where I didn’t need to shrink. Maybe you map my mind — someone who notices patterns in numbers & elephants in clouds. The pattern can be used as the currency to exchange information. A genius? Not for everyone, you see, but only for the those who have this human thing in their eyes called, love, the respect for humanity. ( Now you pictures a man who is drop-dead gorgeous…!) Knowing that everything, every little incident or just your imagination could be put to good use and could be exploited to create something, to return something to the society that warms a heart, that helps it open up, to grow – is genius in a more precise and truer sense.

I reckon it’s about the environment, the way you’ve learned to perceive something regardless you know anything about it or not. Apparently, wherever whatever whoever you see, read, you try to grab it, claim it, poke your nose into it or spit something here and there — is also a talent. There’s a strange kind of delight in looking here and there, muddy the waters, and spit something, whether it has anything to do with you or not. Maybe it has to do something with your kid’s physics tutorials or is just a tradition you embrace tightly. You can’t stand the sight of a characterless person as your relative or acquaintance! Is there anyone around you who has loose morals, or is rude? Great characters have been built and are building around you! Adept at hurling anything at anyone and cherish relationships with beautiful and sweet burlesque for good measure. It’s a part of your deeply ingrained value system because that’s who you are! You can muddy art, literature, songs, sports, music, lives, anything. Just anything!

“The strength of character is a choice that lies in my desire to keep someone downtrodden when I know that I can’t lay my hands on each and every person.”

Governments shook like dry leaves! Prolly they will stop promoting breastfeeding or use of condom or sanitary napkin. No one will talk about veganism any longer! Because you snicker and gossip! Some call it stupidest of all stupidity. But I think there isn’t much to place our concern here. The world is vast and everything is right. And you pick up anything and morph it to your taste.

“That person!”.

“Phuphs, I also have two legs!”

“Yup Sheens! Do you have a tail too?…or do you lay eggs?”

” Let’s get spliced! Which time, colour and jewellery suite you?”

“Phuphs, I’m counting dots and spaces.” ( I can hear a howl of laughter or maybe I’m just hallucinating!)

I am literally rolling on the floor and my stomach hurts. Actually, Maine Maa ka doodh piya hai! But in most cases during my lifetime, I am quite aware of the history of the – talent shows. I don’t find anything wrong in this regard. This universe is vast and endless and you can find people with similar taste and interests. The best part is I have learned a lot and I am grateful for that.

It happens in the communities where abuse is accepted and nourished at each level.

Now it’s amazing to have this whole world as an audience let alone a single country. Nothing goes amiss but apparently they don’t bother much about how to muddy (mature/adult) something or prove anyone wrong or put someone down to keep them downtrodden. Maybe they have better things to do and relish little things like inside jokes between friends, cherished memories, anecdotes or just a fiction?

“”Why buy a cow when you can get milk for free?”(English Proverb)

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.

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