There is a bowl of apples next to my laptop. I have never eaten anything – apples, chocolates, apple strudels at Wengers - none. I went there and I had time with friends, and I paid and all. But I never just went there or just hanged out with friends or just ate. Always a gap – a mind wandering skelter..
In movies, when a father talks to his son at basketball net, or a mother cooks a hot platter and puts that up at the dinner table and rattles her son’s hair and asks about the school, they are there – and talking and doing nothing else. Their mind is not multi tasking about office, or next activity, or the sitcom to come (I wonder how they will show the divided mind). I wonder if it is true.
Is multi-tasking even true (or worth it)? Never the taste of only apples in my mouth – the texture of juicy bits crushed amidst a machinery of calcium and tongue, the spurt of juices like the thrashing of sugarcane in fields, the last winter a poor farmer in Himachal sowing the seed – all that ripening of the apple on earth’s womb – all that travel for me alone .. a primary key embedded in my name in the seed’s DNA.
I notice the ceramic bowl holding the serving began as sand and dust and chemicals in China. Hmm.
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