in hiding

away from the madding crowd.

of people, people, and more people.

all my own ofcourse.

reflected and found that the big mouth is doing a lot of blah which is getting one in trouble.

so, what is the strategy?

or is it survival skills?

well, clamp up. hide under the blanket and become invisible. and if people ask, seema where are you... just say, working working working... busy... cant come.

and so on.

that held on for three weeks now. but the bada bhai and badi behen are not convinced. ask others to work for some time now. come over!

and what do i fear?

nothing much. just that being quiet suits me. helps me. enables me. also, the restless state of mind forbids listening...

but, come to think of it... this continiously ringing cellphone ensures that i am everywhere. and talking. and listening. ALL THE WHILE.

going out of the shell today. with much trepidation. collected a lot of contentment and dont want to lose it in worries, dreams, questions, sharing, sharing and more sharing of people ...

and she asks, seema what are you afraid of?

and for the life of me, i dont have a clue.

maybe of being found out.

i will be caught!

and then people will try to sudhaaro me. isko theekh karo. iske life ko theekh karo. isko sambhalo...

eeks.

somebody says, i want to see you everyday. be around. dont go missing. not now. and that is flattering. boosts the ego.

but that's danger.

run seema.