I wonder many to few things, may be someone might say or think I am out of my mind or total crazy or lunatic but that’s what I am, then why do I have to pretend? Why do I have to lie or mask my feelings? Or whatever comes to my mind I just scribble & let them vent out like free flowing mountain river breaking all barriers, boundaries, flowing free amidst the ravines & gorges taking entirely what comes on its way that defines me to be more precise…
I wonder what people think before plunging into deep slumber? What goes on inside the brain of a batsmen before taking a stance? Or may be a bowler before delivering his spell? What bird dreams during their sleep or even a cow or a dog, a cat is not even spared as such how to forget the ants? What goes in a person’s mind in their most secret space their ‘loo’, seating comfortably on the seat actually what goes on, when heavily crowded local train halts at the station buzzing with people where will they go? What they will eat or many more plentiful things so on & so forth…. Does the ants sleep & even if they do what is their nightmare? I wonder when I see a plane from my terrace what passengers might be doing, few might be eating or dozing or what they are thinking seated besides the seat belt? What went on in the minds of titanic boarders prior to sinking, & such plenty more questions unanswered but few answered even when asked…
to be continued…