Category Archives: Thoughts

When I first formed, I was nothing more than a clot of blood with a tiny heartbeat, a product of the fusion of two microbes. This beginning marked my entry into the broad classification of species known as “Humans.” As time progressed, certain physical attributes began to define me, placing me within the societal circle of “Gender.”

As I prepared to enter the world, more circles were drawn around me, ones of “Region,” “Religion,” “Caste,” and “Creed.” These labels were waiting to define and confine me in various ways.

Now, having grown older and wiser, the microbes within me yearn for a return to that broader identity of simply being “Human.” But the circles that were drawn around me have grown unbreakable, stifling, and so rigid that they suffocate, robbing me of my breath.

From a humble clot of life, a tiny heartbeat born,
Merged from two microbes, in humanity’s form.
Days unfolded gently, revealing nature’s plan,
Assigned a gender, part of nature’s grand span.

The world awaited eagerly, for my arrival’s grace,
To wrap me in circles, defining my place.
Regions, religions, castes, and creeds,
Labels and circles, like unyielding seeds.

Now, aged and wise, with a soul grown deep,
The microbes within yearn for a leap.
Back to the circle broad, where we all belong,
In the human fold, both vast and strong.

Yet, the circles cast around me, tough as they seem,
Have grown too rigid, like a stifling dream.
Unbreakable, unyielding, they constrict and bind,
Suffocating the spirit, leaving breath behind.

In these confines, I search for air,
Longing to shed these layers, so bare.
To breathe again in the circle wide,
Where just being human is enough, inside.

It was a busy morning when I found myself rushing to the office, my mind racing with deadlines and tasks. The city streets were alive with the sound of traffic, as people hurried to their destinations, lost in their own thoughts. Amidst the chaos, I approached a rumble strip on the road, my attention divided between the buzzing of my phone and the hum of the cars around me.

Suddenly, a car stopped in front of me, the screech of its brakes pulling me back to reality. At first, I was confused. Why had the car stopped? Was there an accident? But then I noticed the driver motioning for me to cross the road.

As I crossed the road, the driver honked their horn, demanding that I thank them for letting me pass.

“Excuse me?” I said, turning around to face the driver.

“I stopped to let you cross the road, and you didn’t even thank me!” the driver exclaimed.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I replied, taken aback. “I didn’t realize you were doing me a favor. But thank you for stopping your car. I appreciate it.”

The driver’s expression softened, and they nodded in response. Perhaps they had just wanted to be acknowledged for their act of kindness, and my words had given them that validation.

In the end, the driver’s demand for thanks may have come across as entitled and rude, but it served as a powerful reminder of the value of gratitude. We should always strive to be grateful for the kindness of others, and to express our gratitude in ways that honor the art of giving and receiving.