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Reading fiction books is something Iโ€™d love to do till the end of time. A good book (and movies and shows, yes yes) takes you into an imaginary world which isnโ€™t true, but it has truth in it.

I read the Divergent Series some time back. One particular quote stuck with me.

โ€œ๐˜—๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ.โ€

โ€• ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข ๐˜™๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ,ย ๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต

Sometimes you think you know someone. You probably know a little about the person. Things like what they prefer, like or dislike. As social beings, we have to know things about the ones around us.ย A few facts here and there. Then,ย instinctively, you piece it together in a way that makes sense to you. From your perspective, you know that person.

However, people change everyday. Something I see or hear today could change me for the better or worse. It could be a small quote I read or a significant incident. The lyrics of a song could help you gain insight into something. It could be trifling or splendid, but it can transform you. A sudden surge of emotion, a state of helplessness,ย a feeling of determination, or a sense ofย joie de vivre, each of these (and many others) can mould you as an individual.

I am not going to say that we are all butterflies and we undergo metamorphosis. Even then, we all unfoldย from our chrysalis. We learn and we change.

In spite of this being a brilliant way of growing, it does make things difficult at times.
๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ?

It is barely possible to fathom another personโ€™s intentions. What do they want? Do they really care about anything other than themselves? Will they be there for you, the way you were there/will be there for them? After all, in times of need, we do need some one to lean on.

Knowing someone, their shadowy reaches and secret alcoves, is seemingly impossible.
As Veronica Roth says, โ€œYou will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.โ€

So you do.
๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ.


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Akhila Joshi

Akhila Joshi

Hey there :) Calling myself a writer seems a little too good to be true, so I just say: I write. I also like exploring new places and music when I'm not curled up reading a book or binge-watching.