Writeia

  I’ve always wondered if mere wanting is enough justification to get something? Or should there be an effort to achieve something of value? This thought I find in many stories, stories of sacrifices in order to achieve something. The greater your sacrifice the greater your achievement or so they say. In real life, however, their degree or equality varies, some sacrifices are too great and some achievements too little. There is a slum near my house and I can hear fighting and fussing constantly. It’s not always clear what the fighting is about but at times it becomes clear as day even during the dark hours. They quarrel for things that I have taken for granted; things like constant running water, electricity, or food that’s not on the table every night.  I then have whole nights to wonder what it is that I have done to be where I am and what have they done to be where they are? Mere luck comes to mind or some may even point to karma. With this also comes a deep sense of gratitude for m

          The mountains have started to show. Their beauty was never lost to me but the seasons have played their part to hide it and hide it well. I’ve longed for these mountains in august rain waiting for September. Though It’s been a long time since I went close to one. However, their magnificence is as white as snow in my memories. The last trek I took was to Annapurna Base Camp. That was almost 2 years ago. I’ll soon be on my way onwards. There are a few ways to do so; we’ll see how that pans out.      Right now sitting on my rooftop on this wonderful September morning, peeking at mountain peaks, I aim for better things to come. Truly how wonderful is it that we can simply sit and pull ourselves up just by breathing and looking around? That to me is one of the many perks of being. Another benefit surely is being able to see these mountains within and without.    

    In the mercy of strangers ( An evening with kale) I wanted to write about these events 3 nights ago, on the night it happened. I and a friend of mine were waiting for a mutual friend to arrive at his house. That night, a stray dog, kale , started making grueling cries outside his home. It was the first time I heard the ominous sound from him and it struck a chord within me.        The story of kale began a few months ago, when he suddenly appeared in our neighborhood, overnight he became the top dog, given his big size. He was twice as big as the dog that previously held the top dog position in our neighborhood. Street goers and other dogs soon got scared of him and with fear came anger and he got the street treatment from other dogs and idiots alike. In a few weeks, he began to show scars over his body from his mistreatment of this new territory.  Although his quiet way at the very beginning was indicative that this was no ordinary stray, it soon became clear kale was abandoned