I dont like cringing at acts of kindness...but i cringe at gals who sing "cootchiee coo my shona baby " to their 10,000 bucks worth labrador(or maybe more),but show indiffrence to a pup being beaten by street urchins.I don't like making faces,but i make faces at gals who cry dollops in yashraj movies but dont even stop by to ask a colleague what's the issuewhen they see her sobbing or tense.
Why have we made our hearts so fake that real emotions have become greek and hebrew to us?Why can't we touch base with our real selves any more.... being fake is innocous,but its a small betrayal we are making with our own selves.The sooner we recognise it....the harder life becomes for us.But at least,we start living a real life.C'est ne pas?
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