The moment I read those words, I felt a jab of something unrecognisable.
I do not humiliate people. To me this is the worst form of abuse and I’d rather walk away than do so. It is true that what one writes can be read in several ways…it is also true that I do use life and events or they use me to collate my thoughts into some sort of expression. At least I do not use a third person as a catalyst.
This really bothers me. Am I supposed to get upset enough to respond? Then what is the value of such a response and what is the value of the stimulus if it seeks to reduce everything?
If silence bothers me, I am upfront about it and say, “You owe me a reply.” I do not think I would use anyone else as a ruse.
I should be the one feeling humiliated. But I won’t. I understand that reading people’s thoughts is a dicey business. I have never believed in stratifying things…I cannot build dams. I probably cannot even build bridges. Yet, I know that no one has ever drowned with me. I would not want that, too.
At the bottom of the ocean I am alone. It isn’t so bad having sea-weeds as anchors.
“Main samandar ki tarah khamosh baithoon muntazir
Tu chaley kohsaar se misl aab-joo mere liye”