Life as it comes..

Anybody who has known me well, cannot have missed this fact about me of how I love blurred pictures. Give me an album filled with pictures and that one picture which didn't make to the display because it was blurred would be my favourite. When you take a look at it, It's like that moment has arrived again It's also like its fading away too soon, Its not perfect where it holds all the details in clarity, but flaws are what makes something genuine, original, believable... It has you captured in your most vulnerable state, a face that you no longer get to see, an emotion you no longer can fake it keeps you hooked,  asking for just a little more,  but the closer you peek the more you cannot see that's the thing about blurred pictures - they are flawed to perfection.

A monologue of thoughts, Four walls of comfort. Oh! Thank heavens for at least the walls have ears, The room - a cave, The room - a stage. Personification - a skill learnt. What a strange lively relation with all the non-living artefacts, A floor that catches tears on some days, and on other days just waltzes along happy tunes. One delicate membrane of a door. One reality check.