Out of the above four given choices, I chose the first picture. This picture represents a girl (to me) glancing at a path in a forest. This picture may represent a lot of things to different people and therefore interpretation depends mainly on perception.
Speaking from the girl’s perspective …
That girl wouldn’t have hesitated to barge into the forest , would’ve taken a million pictures of the forest and would’ve planned on staying in there, if that girl was me. If not, there would’ve been a hard starboard making towards home.
From the audience’s view …
It would probably look like Frost’s “Road not taken”, where the girl isn’t posed with obvious different pathways, but it might spark a thought though.
It seems to me that the girl is pretty darn cold and the location suggests why…
– Shreyy, with a vague intention towards the picture.
“This must be a duty “, said my heart to my mind. “More like an inherited responsibility perhaps!”,replied my mind. But how could I have not known what these two were discussing about, when both of them rightfully belonged to me. And so the third angle look into the situation said that I needed more investigation. What I was only armed with those two very meager statements.
Duty? Really? What sort of duty calls without the receiver not knowing the duty itself. STRANGE. Should I dig up family history? Maybe history of fights or diseases? Diseases seems like a possible option. I’ve been looking up that topic for a while now. And if it ‘inherited’ as they say, then maybe …I GET IT NOW. OH!! It is TB. Dad had it a year before I was born. Of course it is my duty to blog about it.
Or did they refer to some duty, way off-limits? Something like campaigning. But TB isn’t even an epidemic anymore. Not as it used to be. Why then, dear heart? Why’d you call it a duty? Is there something I’m missing out on…? Or am I not able to connect the dots. Am I losing my analytical skills…or is it just over-thinking? Must be the latter. That’s just too many questions to answer.
So I start to research on the case. Interrogating the patient alone would be less fruitful. There would’ve been blacking out scenes after all. So mum was a good choice. But I needed someone who would’ve been less emotional and more involved into the case at the same time. The DOC! Luckily it was my uncle. He kept beating around my bush. And while connecting the dots, it seemed that all of them were keen on hiding something about it, from me. “Who then, would answer without reconsideration, my mind?”, I asked her. And she kept ignoring my cross-references (On purpose!).
I hate to abruptly end this investigation. Some things are meant to remain hidden. In this case , the case of the misinterpreted treatment of TB… Case not revealed and closed!
– Shreyy, who just had to write this…
“How could you not think of Christian?”, butters my mind. I mean… Christians have a thing for the color don’t they? The head scarf of nuns? *Phew!*
Anyway. Although this isn’t the color grey, I prefer talking on it since it reminds me of a recent incident that occurred in an institution. My institution. My quizzzzzzerrrr. Yeah no. So my quiz partner and I were all set up for our first ever quiz together. The prelims of course. It was a written testimony…I mean TEST. There were many questions we didn’t know the answers for, but certainly I fell in love with the one true question (for which we didn’t know the answer to again…) which kept us thinking for the longest. The question went…
If for AIDS, it is the red ribbon and for Sarcoma it is yellow, what is it for Brain tumor?
What could it be? We were thinking critically and the critical we got, the more we drifted away from the answer. So we started eliminating the colors which were already representatives of diseases which we knew. And that left us with Orange (Don’t ask why!). Grey wasn’t even on our minds, considering the time factor and all other rush hour things.
The correct answer is Grey for brain tumor because there are grey cells in the brain. It is also reasonable to think of white as the brain also has white cells but yeah grey was chosen.
– Shreyy, without regrets.