There is something magical about lying on the sand and watching the cloud-play and colour-play up in the skies.

Where you feel it is all spread out for you...for your pleasure...for your happiness..only for your eyes.

With the sun setting and the colours changing, there are gaps between the clouds where the sky is as blue as it can be. It made me wonder if I could pop my head up through that gap...will I see darkness as the sun was setting or will there be eternal light?

When I climb up through that gap and walk on the clouds, with pieces of fluff flitting about me, will it feel like a feathery touch? Will it dissolve onto me and become part of me? How will it be...

And one thought led to another. Like physics. Light travel.

If it takes millions of years for light from a star to reach us, then by the time it reaches us - it is old light.

New for us. But old for the star.

And we never actually then have fresh light shining down upon us. If we lodge a complaint with the Light Authority, by the time it is registered and action is taken, they would be seeking to rectify a complaint lodged in the past.

And everyone knows you can't undo the past.

You accept and move on towards a better future.

Like getting your feet wet when you go to the beach.

It is like coming back home.

Identities are what we strive for. To create. To leave behind. In one way or another.

By what we wear, how we talk, what we talk about, with who we interact, and a hundred other things.

It is what we see ourselves as. It is what we wish others would see us for.

In a way, it can be our mask.

It becomes our protective sheild. It is what defines us. It is what we wish to be defined as. 

Because if we have no defination, then how do we answer the ever-evading question of "Who am I?"

Why have definations? Can't we be everything and everyone encompassed in one? Can't we be good as well as bad?

Rizwaan Khan's mom says nope.

There are 2 kinds of people - good people and bad people.

But she didn't talk about how even good people are driven to do bad things.

Like how Shantaram says "Sometimes you do the wrong things for the right reasons"..

NOW "Who am I?"

I take my share of peace in this..

I believe everyone is intrinsicly good. And everyone is capable of being bad.

And everyone chooses to be both or either. Never neither.

It is not something that is done out of helplessness. It is not something that is done to hide behind excuses.

It is done because YOU wanted to.

It is done because that is who YOU want to be.

So who do YOU want to be?

I love Hippo...pyaar baatteh chalo, pyaar baatteh chalo..

Yes...The cause of all evil is hunger.

Hunger for food. Hunger for love. Hunger for power. Hunger for land. Hunger for more...

Hunger for an identity.

I don't read the newspapers. Unless it involves cartoons or colourful pictures, I make it a point not to pick it up. Unless the plate is too hot to hold.

But there are times when I pick it up with the intention of reading a particular article which comes recommended. By near and dear ones who know what kind of reading I like.

Like this article that my sister insisted that I read. It was the thought, she knew, that I would like. Not the article in itself.

To summarise "Why Daddy Doesn't Live With Us Anymore?", it was on how there are various self-help books for adults and parents that would assist them to answer the million and one life questions that the wee ones have.

Come to think of it, it is kinda easy to understand about death, divorce, adoption, disabilities when they are weaved into stories. Stories about pigs and bears and kings and queens. Of course, the kiddies may not totally get the concept. But atleast they are aware of what are the happenings in today's world.

Why don't my mommy and daddy not live together? Or why my friend limps while walking?

It doesn't make the realities any easy to accept or to live with. But don't all the children want is someone they can go back to with all their questions and confusions? And don't all the children want that someone to explain their why's, how's, when's, where's patiently to them? And maybe just hold their hand for a little while till their fears subside? And then let them run along while they discover the world through their eyes, keeping all the answers to fall back to on later?

Don't you want that?

I know I do.


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Rock bottom?

Tide shall turn.
Watch the moon.

And walk.