I needed to clean up my inbox and so went quite naturally to the oldest mails. More than a decade old. Work mails. Messages from friends who've fallen off the radar. Messages about things that must've been important then but I don't give a damn about now. Shifting priorities, different preoccupations, different contexts. And then, there was a friend request on orkut. *facepalm* (I loved Orkut!).
I was there then, watching this parade. And I stand here now, watching what passes in front of me. Always watching. Why then did I think I was those things? That those things defined me? Why then do I still think I am these things that I look at? Am I mad?
I was there then, watching this parade. And I stand here now, watching what passes in front of me. Always watching. Why then did I think I was those things? That those things defined me? Why then do I still think I am these things that I look at? Am I mad?
