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I open the book and stare. I feel it stare right back. Maybe, whatever is around us is staring too.

The page is what it is — blank. My state of being is giving it meaning. Right now, it seems menacing and i wish to hide. In that blankness, are opportunity, choice, hardship and whatever else i wish to ascribe to it.

I do not ask the page for its own views. I am still to learn how to interact with it.

For now, the page is a page is a page and every word is a choice. I can learn to be friends with it or i can treat it as the enemy forcing me to make a choice.

I do neither. I sit. Facing it. And breathe. Again. And again.

Inhale, exhale;
Length, breadth.

The page seems a mirror of my own self.

I focus on the breath. I know i will get out of my own way.


Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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