Abstract

I am a very abstract person. Sometimes you see me calling the sky, a tapestry of cosmos, or cribbing like the sad poet who personifies the moon to be their lost lover in all pages of the recycled journal, sometimes i wonder about the vastness of the ocean, other times i feel bad for less green in the globe on my old geography teacher’s table, sometimes the chai is my forever love but the other days my small heart cries because it doesn’t know how to love a human. I say change is inevitable and also add – change is difficult because comfort is cozy. It is paradox, sometimes its all about insecurities, other times its about skin care and sunscreen. I was not taught a lot of rhymes in my nursery and I used to attend music classes, may be if I loved rhymes, I might have loved music classes, it is always about how small the world is where i stopped attending music classes after a point to surviving on that song on loop whose language i can’t understand. At times i say that my ex-best friend will keep looking for me in every other friend because I am irreplacable, you know? I remember reading recently about generating electrical energy from basically anything. Maybe the need is now satisfied but the need in the first place is unavoidable which means she might find someone, oh in the quest of hunting my replica, haha! Sometimes i am excessively proud of my current self who claps for strangers, but the other times i talk about how jealousy was a part of my bloodstream, i blame it on the society and shift the topic just like that to asking if rickshaws also carry verses from quran, i go on to brag about the little political knowlege and on that note, i always try to make politically correct statement, okay?
I am a very abstract person. Is this exactly why i love concrete clients? because i cannot make sense of myself sometimes and other times I cannot understand what I am saying. No, most of the times?