{"id":1,"date":"2021-05-29T09:26:42","date_gmt":"2021-05-29T03:56:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thekingstales.com\/?p=1"},"modified":"2021-06-16T21:35:48","modified_gmt":"2021-06-16T16:05:48","slug":"sensitive-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thekingstales.com\/index.php\/2021\/05\/29\/sensitive-world\/","title":{"rendered":"\ud83d\udeb6\u200d\u2642\ufe0f Sensitive World!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote has-text-align-center\"><p>Who do you think I am? Do you have any idea who you are talking to? <\/p><cite><em>He shouted at me.<\/em><\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"496\" src=\"https:\/\/thekingstales.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/SeW-1024x496.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-87\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thekingstales.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/SeW-1024x496.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thekingstales.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/SeW-300x145.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thekingstales.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/SeW-768x372.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thekingstales.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/SeW-1000x485.jpg 1000w, https:\/\/thekingstales.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/SeW.jpg 1490w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-left\">These days you can\u2019t speak your mind, because everyone is super sensitive. I was recently walking on the pathway next to the Fort Kochi beach. An elderly man was sitting and painting on a bench. This is the walkway further down the fishing nets. I moved in a little closer to watch, but not close enough to disturb him, or so I thought. As I stood behind him came the angry voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-left\">\u201cCan\u2019t you see I am resting, move your lousy feet away from me\u201d.<br>I apologised and said,<br>\u201cI have great respect for survivors like you, it must be difficult living off the street\u201d<br>That started a conversation. Not a very comfortable one though, I must add.<br>\u201cWho do you think I am? Do you have any idea who you are talking to?\u201d<br>\u201cNo, I don&#8217;t, since I just met you\u201d<br>\u201cMy father lives in a massive house in Panampilly Nagar\u201d<br>\u201cWhy don\u2019t you go live there then?\u201d<br>\u201d He has disowned me and won\u2019t let me live there\u201d<br>\u201d What about your mother?\u201d<br>\u201d She left me long ago. In fact, she was not from an affluent or reputed family like him. My dad used to go for evening walks in Panampilly Nagar. My mom used to go there too. They noticed each other and later on became close. In fact, mom used to stay in a small house near the railway line. She used to go for walks with her friends. Most of them knew my dad because he was dashing and smart. None of them had the courage to talk to him.\u201d<br>\u201d So how did they meet?\u201d<br>\u201d Rain, yes that\u2019s how\u2026. You know how unpredictable rains here are&#8230;Do you know the small bridge along the walkway? Where there are dense trees and the shade?\u201d<br>\u201d Yes, I do. In fact, I love the place since it\u2019s very cool and cosy. The branches have formed a green cave there\u201d<br>\u201d Yes, that\u2019s the spot\u2026.dad walked that way once, and it suddenly rained\u2026. he ran to take shelter. Mom and friends were already there. That\u2019s the first time they met.\u201d<br>\u201d That\u2019s almost like a movie\u201d<br>\u201d The rest of it is like a typical movie too\u201d<br>\u201d Mom\u2019s family moved to Fort Kochi, and she had to go. Little did she know that she was pregnant. Those days there was no way to contact him either. She could not go out much, and finally, I was born. Mom passed away 3 years later because of heart-related complications. I ran away from home, and lived off the streets, met new friends\u201d<br>\u201d What about your dad? Did you try meeting him?\u201d<br>\u201d Yes, I did. I went with two of my friends to Panampilly. Asked around about him, since I had no idea where the house was. A few old folks gave me directions. He lives in a massive house. Dad came to the gate to see me. I told him who I was, and he had a teardrop in his eye. He said he had never seen mom again but searched for her but couldn\u2019t find her.\u201d<br>\u201d He must have been happy to see you\u201d<br>\u201d Yes, and No\u2026he said I can\u2019t live with him anymore as much as he would love to\u2026since he had a family now and things would come crashing down\u2026So I came back to Fort Kochi. It\u2019s been five years since\u201d<br>\u201d Thats very sad\u201d<br>\u201dNo, not entirely. In a way, I am free now. Have good friends, I am happy and it\u2019s as if I own the entire world now. I roam free, meet a lot of friendly people and have great conversations with people like you. There are a few small restaurants that give free food to the like of us. So it\u2019s different from your world. Everything in my world is real, genuine\u2026 no false faces\u2026. as raw as it comes. In your world, I see a lot of pretence and fake\u201d<br>\u201dHmm, coming to think about it, what you said makes sense\u201d<br>\u201d So what breed was your dad\u201d<br>\u201d Oh, dad was a Labrador and mom was a street dog that the family adopted\u201d<br>\u201d It was great talking to you, will catch up sometime soon\u2026\u201d<br><br>I walked along with some new lessons in life and onto the beach. Watched the sun go down the red carpet into the sea\u2026. for a better and refreshing dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/thekingstales.com\/index.php\/blog\/\" title=\"Tales\">More Tales<\/a>   <a href=\"http:\/\/google.com\">Google<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Who do you think I am? Do you have any idea who you are talking to? 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