April 23, 2019 § Leave a comment
Harmony doesn’t last, an illusion it is
Chaos feels real and inevitable
Civilisation, a fight to suppress our natures
But for the human condition called hope
A chimera distracting us from the reality of painful futures
I overslept that morning, and that’s all it took. She’d waited for me to order breakfast, but I’d slept on and then it was too late. It was election day and others had had the same idea and therefore delivery would have taken close to an hour. And she was already famished, having woken up at 5 a.m.
It was 8:45 a.m. and there was our boy’s theatre class starting at 10 a.m. An egg was hastily scrambled by her for him. A dosa was poured out by me for her real fast. The previous day’s curry would have to stretch, be just enough. But she would have none of me, so I ate the dosa and she was still empty stomached.
I felt like an egregious fool, caught up in my own anxities and depression. My OCD about my two bananas and two cups of coffee — one before, and one after what I call my run.
We got him to theatre class on time. Then she refused the car ride and took an auto to a canteen nearby, I don’t know what she ate. She came back anger gone and we were back to being wife and husband of almost two decades.
#anxiety #depression #anotherday
April 6, 2019 § Leave a comment
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