Samsara

I am becoming more and more engulfed with the lures of my physical senses these days. I become easily disturbed by the changing smells around as if these little yellow butterflies are hitting my nose reminding me of old memories and lonely moments, the other day i prefered to hear the slow buzzing of the sea and waited long to see the moon rising from the sea from my apartment, preferring the disgust of waiting for the moon more then waiting for my lazy existence to turn off the mute television showing meaningless images. Is it something to do with my living in africa for so long….Africa where the sense of existence is still raw and life is bound to be lived with few variables in mind

OR is it some thing to do with living alone for so long which is making me so much sensitive to things which we donot consider otherwise. The other day Ertyaas said to me that loneliness is the price I am paying to safeguard just a shady sense of my freedom and i should reconsider if the price is really justified.

OR another remote possibility is this perfume ‘Samsara’ i am wearing these days which is making me mad? Samsara which literally means the the cycle of birth and death and rebirth and which its creator made for her long gone wife or rather long gone memories and the curse of which made him loose his 5th generation of perfumery family business…..

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