November 19, 2009
He wept over the city
Mystery of human life. Mystery of our lives; lives of our families, our kin, our individual lives – life of a mother, father, brother, and sister. These roads get entwined; we walk in a company of our relatives. And our roads part, and people scatter and wander about as if in a dark forest. Sometimes they find the road and they come back.
Our lives, our paths, our roads, our fates.
And over all of it there’s this big word: responsibility; for ourselves, and for another person – for the dearest one, for a relative, and for an affine.