what is maturity in the first place? almost all of the words that come out of the mouth, chain them together and abruptly place themselves on a platter bigger than any of the banana leaves. quite recently, i have picked up this routine-- when i advise or simply initiate or take part in a conversation, i can almost sense how my naked eyes stares at all the letters and words and phrases puffed out. it's like i understand everything, every single blob of grievances and all the air castles floating yonder; but that's the thing. we sympathize with anyone and accept them and love them despite all this. when it comes to our own selves, problems become a by-product of meat-like brain. i should eat my brain before everything. so, what is maturity in the first place?— % & i have been very very inactive here.
