My world is incredibly small and I find myself reaching out to the same set of people again and again.
The entry to this small world is difficult so is the exit.
So today after much inquiry I trace out a junior, a chirpy friend who never missed to greet me a single day and of whom my classmates often teased me with.
But there it was in my afternoon siesta, Deepthi, it said, go get her and I ask my classmates and they lead me to her.
I am amazed and rather bewildered at this need of mine to reach out to the self same people.
Well, friends I have many kind souls who help and care and show their concern often.
But when it comes to reaching out to I always reach out to the same people.
It must irritate them.
Sometimes it does irritate me too.
But there it is, a fact of my living.
It’s a small world.
I make it smaller.
Perhaps for comfort.
Perhaps out of fear.
Perhaps out of sheer lethargy.
Brave be those who manage to break the wall and be a part of this world.
A small world.
