Going around the Mulberry Bush
In a hideous attempt to turn things around I met the mirror that reflected a riddled soul, which still remained unsolved. An overhyped culture of forgiving and forgetting made me realize an ugly truth of forbearance. It is very easy to draw the conclusion after every experiment. What we do not do is list down the sequence of events and compare the observations ourselves. Instead, what we do is leave that aside as someone else’s job. My take on this may not be a finalized judgment but a failed affluence that reverts back to the so-called self-righteous shadow. It is so rich that it engulfs that which could bring about a change. It is a matter of convenience. When I would want the bird to entertain me, I would love its chirping and when I would want silence, I would curse its melody. We have been doing this for ages. Mood swings, turn things around, but never allow us to reach the journey’s end. How I wish I had refuted my own persona and accepted that retort downright...