My favorite spot, away from the city's cacophony. A serene place by the placid lake. I noticed there was a book on the bench. The breeze was flipping the pages. The fluttering of the pages sounded like the fluttering of bird's wings.
Taking the book in my hands, I sat on the bench. The bench acknowledged my presence and creaked. There was a signature on the first page of the book.
"Kabir, why do you never go to her place? you are in a relationship with her for the last 7 months." My sister's words took me six months ago, the day my best friend called me.
"Susie is watching tv, as we speak, Kabir" Sameer's words startled me.
"Are you with her?", I almost dropped the phone from my hand...
Have you ever sat on a confession box at a church, worrying if the priest would judge you? Do you think he doesn't judge you? He is human, of course, he judges you. It is one thing to say we don't judge, it is another to actually not judge. All of us fall short of the promise. Forget others, I judge myself too, all the time. I fall short of being someone 'I aspire to be'. It is a constant struggle.