What is history?

Inconsistency.

Your history is not mine.

No, no, don't impose it on me.

And I won't impose mine.

Because believe me, when my truth rises from my heart, you will stop.

'cause it will have nothing but love, honesty and compassion. For you. And for me.

The past, the history is not guilt, it is not shame, it is not pain, is nothing to be ashamed of.

It's just love. Just love. It lit me up. I followed the light. Love.

Look up. At the light. That's your history, intertwined with mine.

With my best wishes

Curtsy

Where are you off too?
Bow.
Respect much?
Does the neck ache? For you to bow?

Mine does sometimes.
The pain in the neck, stops me from showing respect.
Wish there were no pains in the neck.
It would make everything so much easier, if what you said didn't hurt my vertebrae.

But look at the brighter side, it's not my heart.
Only my neck. A painkiller with tea please.

Feel free to reach out with your thoughts.
My neck will do its best to ignore them.

With my best wishes.

Blank Walls

Fascinating. To stare at blank walls. Learn it from my cats. Masters of wall staring

For those who like living in their heads, this is where it starts - the spiralling fall.

Bright, dull, all mixed up, in light, in darkness, an adventure, everywhere.

Where dragons are your best friends, princes & kings rescued (often witches), there's sun, rain, wind and snow all with the same frequency of unpredictability and where everything is hope.

And then, a scratch on the face. Blank walls again.

The cats are hungry.

Episode 1 - In sync with the inert

Move!

Excuse Me!

Bhaiyya thoda side!

Move.

Keep Moving. 

Inertia would be the ideal state of existence for the crazy.  Crazy don't move, crazy don't do. And crazy shouldn't. Ideal is a far cry from reality. 

Incredibly though, experts favor movement as a great solution. And incredibly also, no crazy has ever been cured of craziness. A mass conspiracy  against the insane? Oooh! Crazy at work. Okay stop it. Game face on. 


If the entire world stopped for one minute what would happen? A quick google search led to no direct answers. Many answers but none to the question asked. Perhaps the answer is buried in all the unrelated answers. Moving on. 

Rest.