TWEET AND TROLL... AND LOSING THE HANDLE
“Each reaction we have is there to inspect us and reveal our own nature to ourselves and for ourselves; it is never about others.” ― Bryant McGill , R ight now, as I type these words, a bird is chirping. There as a small garden just outside my office… She is sitting somewhere on the branch of one of the trees in this garden… She must be a small bird… For, I cannot spot her despite my efforts to do it… But, her chirping – call it her communication, voice or song whatever – yes, I can distinctly hear… What is that this little bird wants to tell the world? Who cares, anyway! It is a different scenario early in the mornings while I do my rounds of walk… It is pitch-dark and there is absolute silence… In this silence, I can listen to my heartbeats… I can hear and feel each breath I take as I walk… Suddenly, the birds wake up from their sleep… and they all start chirping together incessantly, endlessly… My attention goes to their s...