Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?

Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript

...this time I didn't launch into my usual tirade. Was it a memory of Krishna, the cool silence with which he countered disagreement, that stopped me? I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy.

In life, it's best not to take anything for free - unless it's from someone who wishes you well.

Or perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength --or else we die.