One of those days when I am jobless, and begin to introspect.
Introspection begins. And I come to the conclusion that I am more of a listener, a listener of stories, of conversations, of events. So much so that I know where some people are at a particular time doing what if they follow a routine. If by chance I visit the cities they visited, I would know what they did when they were there and may do that imaginary walk without them, keeping them in mind. There are days I feel I am a fly on the wall to a few handful of people who consider me a friend. Friend, I don’t know what that means on certain days. Is being a listener being a friend? It could be, may be I was born to listen to what people had to say. May be I am so good at it, that I should take it up as a job and earn some money out if.. or may be I should cut off my ears so I listen to nothing more, and use my other senses to understand the world around me. Introspection ends.