jyocropped 

…..I, with no hint of hesitation {we, usually, hesitate…remember, walking into someone’s garden,
resisting that fragile itch to steal fruits from the trees, revealing one’s idea of career to parents,
etc etc!…or people, no longer, hesitate, hesitating is increasingly seen as a value from the golden
old world} stepped into their spaces – strangers who are believed to be decidedly working towards
sustaining their identity, somewhere, in some corner of the world, yet find time to gather or tap in
spellbinding strings of words which articulate a multitude of emotions/mood swings people go through….
these days, it’s quite easy to step into others’ spaces, wander through their stimulating/introspective/
tumultuous thoughts, gaze at their faces swollen with explicable layers of sadness, could be caused by
some kind of  private loss. Such aimless walks, meanderings, in a way, are like an indulgence to me….
why? a few strings of thoughts as mulled over or reflected by a stranger, interestingly, are bound to
introduce me to me or take me to me who is stuck with chaotic an existence of similar threads. ….
words, penned by us or collected by us from the musty-scented pages or captured by us sitting amidst
conversations, define us, far more compellingly than the exterior that we wear/display to the world or
fashioned with….{10.39PM, at work}

 *strangers & their spaces : blog 1, blog 2