I sit here, watching the rain pitter patter
against the wings of the pigeons that waddle along the streets of Melbourne.
Fat on Mcdonalds, I wonder if our lives are really much different to theirs? A
constant scramble for food…for survival? Establishing a pecking order and
sticking to it, until some renegade decides to break it. He will be rewarded in
isolation or kinship and heroism. Why are rewards so polar? Or would a better
question be –are rewards polar only when we care about them??
I sit here sipping a coffee that is way too
sweet. I shouldn’t drink anymore of it, and yet I feel obliged to. Worth 4$ a
cup, I find it hard to justify I bought it to decorate the inside of a garbage
bin in misty brown and white. Why do I do this to myself ??
4 comments:
Rohini! I was in Sydney for the past couple of months - wish we had met.
Only here for a couple more weeks.. but if you pop over to this side by any chance, do let me know! :)
Aw. That would have indeed been nice. I hope you enjoy your stay in sydney - and maybe our paths will cross when your traverse through the motherland?! :)
Thanks Rahul! Its crazy how two people can be on different continents and yet understand/identify with the thoughts of the other :)
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