The old woman gazes into the mirror and counts the wrinkles on her face. For a brief moment she sees the face of a young girl, pretty and hopeful. Now the years had worn away both - beauty and hope. There is nothing more she looks forward to, except the wrinkles .
Under the shade of a tree sits an old man, a beggar, gazing, half asleep, at the distant horizon. Around him the sun beats with a whitish fury. Thoughtless and dreamless, he sits there, following only his instincts. When he feels hungry, he gets up and goes to beg. He eats what he gets and then returns to his daze.
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Physical threat forces the instant upon the individual to a point where a daze is the only luxury he can afford. Psychological threat betrays every instant by making the body and its needs irrelevant for the time being. What is priority to the body is the only priority of the instant that one is forced to attend to.
I found the exposition poignant and powerful. I invite you to read my blog www.ajayseshadri.blogspot.com and post comments on any exposition you like.
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