It was raining and mom was walking on the road. At a place where road work was going on, a one-year-old baby sat on the wet ground defecating on the road side. It was oblivious to the fact that rain was pouring on its head. A few steps further, she saw that an older child was eating puffed rice, unworried by the rain drops falling on the eatable making it sogged. The child went hopping and skipping to its father who was lifting soil along with his wife, took a handful of puffed rice and put it into his mouth, laughing happily at the ordeal. Aren't we just a wee bit too worried about our dress, our behaviour, our language, our hygiene, our wealth, our position, our showing off, our opinions, our attitude and our life? What matters and what does not? Why are we self-involved?
Fleeting thoughts in snippets.