In the last 30years or so I have suffered from a peculiar anhedonia which is common with people who remains always at the toes, a bit more cerebral and a little more than usual protagonists. In this serene and placid atmosphere of the village, I find myself totally at a loss and find myself totally at loss to handle simple situations. There is no dire emergencies to tackle, no grave discussion on decision making or rendering management or silently swallowing the trauma of diagnosing a potentially harmful and fatal illness. The little girl is crying because she finds her water bottle little more empty than she left it last time and suspects that somebody else has taken a sip or two, and you have to resolve this outstanding conflict or my sister is repetitive enough to press for eating a few more dishes she herself prepared and you have to make a fine balance with your habit and hurting her sentiments. These all sound like a long forgotten sweet melody but also creates a little uneasiness, as the arts remnants are left as a vestige of ancient vestige in a corner of my heart which at times becomes difficult to bring to conscious habit. All these and much more challenging emotional encounters I really dont have to face in my usual day to day life. Looks like I have to be little less cerebral and a little simpler to be real human being. I was becoming a scientific gadget than a human being..
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 04:34:57 +0000
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