Stupid 1.

 

How condescending would it sound to call somebody stupid, on the basis of how easy things appear to you?

Why must this ego-exercise not be antithetic to a sensible mind?

 

They both told the world in their unique ways that they do not enjoy being anywhere other than the place they call their shire. I don’t know if this feeling of theirs been any different had they explored the world together. I don’t know if their young minds ever dreamt of backpacking together some day to Tibet! All I recollect is their thrilled faces in the company of one another, in their beloved shire. She tells me it never appealed to her so much to pay heed to the fact that you grow rich in experience, awareness and what not when you witness the wonders of the world. Outside her shire, it is all of the same conspicuous & unexciting tint to her.

Ambitious as he is, and having been lucky to visit a few exotic destinations himself, he never quite felt the contentment that comes with achievements. Ironically, he feels more restless as ever. When he closed his eyes sleeping on a queen bed at the Hilton’s London, he could visualize a certain busy lane in South Kolkata. Walking side by side with her on the road that led to a cemetery. Any sense of satisfaction would then again be unsettled. He would long to go back to his shire that has given them nothing other than the sheer joy of a shared existence.

I wish they weren’t on such parallel tracks. If only they had forgotten one another and their love for this place… if only they realized this truth together, if only they un-loved.

People call them stupid since.

 

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