What if the things we see, the voices we hear, the people we love are nothing but a figment of our imagination? What if the people we think are crazy are in fact completely sane? May be they can see the reality of the world which we deny because it’s too unrealistic for us. We tend to deny the existence of anything that’s beyond our comprehension, don’t we? That explains why the mad thinks they’re not and to them we are mad instead. What if the crazy ones aren’t really the crazy ones, it’s us who are..
Life is convoluted
Like a puzzle
And every piece will find it’s rightful place
May be not immediately
The best part about cleaning your room is that you find stuffs you never knew existed. Looking at my room, and the mess that it was, I finally decided to clean it. As I began to organise my book shelf, a picture fell out of one of the books. I hastily picked it up. It was a really old picture, of my father and me on a beach. And there I was, reminiscing about how beautiful life was back then. It’s amazing how a picture can bring back a thousand memories. The world around me stopped for a while. My father, smiling and looking as handsome as he always does and then there was this hideous creature beside him, Me. But the one thing caught my attention was how happy I looked in that simple picture. I realised that the captures nowadays, or selfies as we call them, never reflects our true emotions. A zillion filters and makeup apps, all the posing and perpetual pouting may make you look perfect , but never happy. But there I had in my hands a picture of mine, so bizarre yet so beautiful, perfect in all it’s imperfections.