I don’t think I am a very curious person as such. I usually
take things at their face value and don’t introspect much about them. However,
I have exceptions as always:
People from my past: I often wonder about them- how they are
doing in life generally (not in a curious way, just how friends wonder about
each other). If they are truly happy, barring what Facebook says, and mostly
what will our conversation be like if we ever chose to connect back again. I
can chose to stop thinking about it, simply pick up the phone and give them a
call (I do remember most of the numbers from the non- cellphone days), but I
just can’t bring myself to. I dread the what ifs of being taken wrong, of pride
being hurt or being laughed at. And so I just don’t..
Homes: I love homes- they needn’t always be well done ones,
just places with identity and character. Whenever I look at any photograph
taken at somebody’s place, I sort of turn my head a little so that I might
catch a glimpse of some more. I know that photographs aren’t three dimensional
but it’s something that I can’t help- my inquisitiveness to see more. There are
old places where things are depilated, furniture that’s gone old and rickety,
the functional lines of one room merging to the other, I love that. And then
the modern houses, with clean lines, beautiful light and organized clutter,
with plants and such. To me, a home says more about people than shoes..
And with that I leave here with a picture of my house, my favorite
place in the whole world..
2 comments:
i am curious to the extent of being nosy! but the thing I am most curious about is lives and characters from fiction books :D I just cant stop imagining what they must be doing and thinking and how things could have been different in their lives.
Melee, And why am I not surprised ;)
I often find myself thinking what it would be like to be an ant or what would that living thing that cannot voice it out be thinking, or can they talk to each other and communicate.. :)
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