Shameless

By a strange twist of fate, I now sit in New Jersey, hearing, seeing, and feeling the Hudson River. A few days back she remembered me. I don't know why she asks me for help when, she was never there, even when I asked for. What gives her the motivation? Why can't she leave me alone?

I look at the Hudson, it does not remind me of any of the rivers in India. There are only five people at the Jersey office, and among them one is a past acquaintance. Divu must be expecting me to drop in at her place any evening but I have so little time before I head to Amsterdam.

I sometimes wonder why do we let ourselves get eroded. We are like the earth on which the rivers flow, at least some of us. Like the mud and stones scrapped out we get ravaged by some of the people we try to nourish.How can someone in love be blind to another's love? May be they will not respond but they will know. How can they pretend to be so blind...so heartless? Women, the monuments of mercy...are the biggest lie. They are more heartless, self-obsessed, flawed creatures. And I stand as one of the shameless members of that race. I try to look at my reflection on the Hudson waters...I don't find any.