Sunday, August 25, 2013


I have to confess. Touch Of The Sun from 127 Hours has always made me think about writing something. I listen to it almost every day and I wish to write every time I do too. But, I don't always end up writing. Mostly because I am at work. Sometimes, because  I just don't know what to write about.

But, for the past few days, every time I saw my cupboard, my thoughts fixated on one thing - Secrets.

Imagine a life without secrets.
Imagine yourself opening your cupboard and not needing to remind yourself that no one should ever look in the drawer. That, you will always lock your cupboard before leaving your house. That there is nothing behind the innerwear in your cupboard that you can't tell anyone about.

Imagine a life without secret notebooks and notes. A life where you can leave your bag in the drawing room and know that even if someone goes through its contents, they won't find anything questionable.

Imagine a life where you don't need to keep extra chewing gums or Pass Pass in your pocket, just in case.

Imagine a life where you don't have an unlock pin on your cellphone. If you already don't, imagine never deleting your sent messages and keeping your inbox with all messages that you receive from anyone.

Imagine a life where you don't need to be invisible or even immediately go offline as soon as you sign in into GMail or Facebook. Where you are available to everyone's pings all the time.

Imagine a life where you don't need to hide your plans from anyone, and risk having to invite someone. A life without having to lie to your seniors at work for where you're going, why you need a leave or why you didn't show up for work some day.

Imagine a life where you don't need to ask for extra money from your parents and later lie that the movie cost more than you thought. Imagine a life where you don't need to buy an extra sim card and change it every night to talk to someone. A life where your mom can ask you what you spent your money on and you can reply in complete truth.

Imagine a life where you don't need to keep an extra pair of clothes at your friend's home in case you consider not going home after a scuffle or some altercation on the road. A life where you can actually talk about what you did in the day with your parents or siblings.

Imagine a life where your mom knows everything.

Now, imagine your mom.

And understand that the only secrets mom keeps are the ones that can hurt her children.

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