Women are not Shirts
The satisfactory mark is three winning numbers. But of course they are more than three and I could make a big list. But when I prioritize, three of them dominate. Some might start with health or money. To me health is implied otherwise I would keep quiet. I really don’t like to mention job or better work for money because it is an insult. True there are moments of satisfaction but then moments of dissatisfaction follow soon. It is a rule of nature whatever I do, wherever I go there is always something which casts a cloud over it. The vicious circle never stops.

Aesthetics is what I would like to start with. I find myself caught in the web of beauty - be it animate or inanimate. I still remember once my mother said: don’t forget women are not shirts you can change every now and then. I obeyed unwillingly and kept wearing my old shirts. I still have a weak spot for beautiful shirts but I feel I can’t get rid of my old ones. I could have made a good fashion designer or a treat for my sore eyes. But what is it I am looking for? Is it something the moment I have, I lose interest in? True they can look as beautiful and soft as silk but be very prickly inside.

Ethics is another pulled illusion I never stopped wearing. I claim justice and morality but when I find I am daydreaming I try to jettison these old shoes. It is no use slipping into new ones and waiting until they break in. Put on your old shoes again I say they are more comfortable. It doesn’t really matter - whether it is summer or winter - one pair is enough.

Epistemic I say is now what I need to quench my thirst. I drink deep till my old shirt is soaked wet. I then become aware of the health risks involved in wearing a wet shirt and try to dry it. This sharpens my eyes. I promise not to start anything new for I remember there is always something which casts a cloud over it. The vicious cycle never stops.