Me And My Curiosity

What are you curious about?

Lush green grass around, a fairly young rosewood tree in the middle. I always love coming to this park near my paternal grandfather’s house, I was once curious what was so unique about the place that every time I was anywhere around here, I always felt a comfortable warmth. As I grew a little older, I found my answer, that every road, every tree, every building, every park, had the touch of realisation that I was near my grandparents’ house.

So, here I was scrolling through the every day happenings around in a news app. Suddenly a frail, kind voice spoke to me, “have you figured it out?”. The voice was a familiar one, of one my grandfather’s friend. He was in his early eighties; one could recognise him by his long beard and long hair which parted from the middle. He was a journalist, but as hobby wrote short stories, poems and sometimes songs as well. In one of his short stories there was a line about human longing and the yearning of the heart towards a path despite knowing its perils. It was very beautifully written. It has been one of the biggest curiosities of my life, how can a human mind produce such words which invaded the heart and dove into its depths.

“I have spent a lot of time pondering over it, but I cannot seem to get anywhere close,” I replied with a faint smile trying to hide my disappointment on my abilities. “Maybe you are holding your curiosity to hard.. too close, give it some space to fly, allow it to be weathered by life, it will come back to you with your answer in right time,” he said looking at a squirrel searching for food. We sat there silent for a while, it was a moment of understanding, a moment that needed no words and had to be spent in silence.

– Written by Anuran Chatterji

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