We make a big deal about knowing. What we know blinds us more than anything. It makes layers of bias settle on our fatigued heads. And we hang in there, secretly proud that we know so much.
But like once the professor said, unlearning is as important, as is the act of learning itself. One should have that agility to erase & start afresh.
This is not one of those. Motivational writing stuff written exclusively to bore you. Just that, I am here to narrate the following anecdote:
So, exactly when we are in the middle of a conversation which is losing direction, stemming from an ancient misunderstanding or correct understanding, so to say, when we have begun to kick our crystal colored dreams, when there is that stemming anger, mild in between, and ten other things on your mind, and you lose track of the words you say and hear, we realize that we are not getting anywhere and begin to classify the conversation as an argument, the mobile network plays a trick and ditches. So we were left hanging, trying to remember which point we abandoned it at, and if there was any fertile point left in taking it to its hasty closure. And obviously, I call back. Without a pause, I continue from the mid sentence, the approximate phrase which had witnessed the disconnection.
Abruptly, he asks who i was. I swallow. What? He repeats, who this was. And more crucially, he adds, who is it that I wanted. On the phone. In that flattering voice.
I breathed in deep, almost forgot everything else.
And i responded. it's me. and all i ever wanted was him.
But like once the professor said, unlearning is as important, as is the act of learning itself. One should have that agility to erase & start afresh.
This is not one of those. Motivational writing stuff written exclusively to bore you. Just that, I am here to narrate the following anecdote:
So, exactly when we are in the middle of a conversation which is losing direction, stemming from an ancient misunderstanding or correct understanding, so to say, when we have begun to kick our crystal colored dreams, when there is that stemming anger, mild in between, and ten other things on your mind, and you lose track of the words you say and hear, we realize that we are not getting anywhere and begin to classify the conversation as an argument, the mobile network plays a trick and ditches. So we were left hanging, trying to remember which point we abandoned it at, and if there was any fertile point left in taking it to its hasty closure. And obviously, I call back. Without a pause, I continue from the mid sentence, the approximate phrase which had witnessed the disconnection.
Abruptly, he asks who i was. I swallow. What? He repeats, who this was. And more crucially, he adds, who is it that I wanted. On the phone. In that flattering voice.
I breathed in deep, almost forgot everything else.
And i responded. it's me. and all i ever wanted was him.
3 comments:
He won hands down, did he not?
Beautiful!
Looking at it that way, yeah he did indeed. Why didn't it occur to me before?
:) Flattered!
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