RANDOM THOUGHTS *The Somewhere of Someone in Something*
There’s a bench somewhere. Not the kind tourists sit on, snapping photos of sunsets and latte foam art, but the kind that just *is*—weather-worn wood, iron arms rusted with time, tucked into a corner of nowhere in particular. Maybe it’s in a park people have forgotten. Or maybe it never really existed outside someone's memory. Someone sat there once. Let’s call them…no, let’s not name them. Names make people feel fixed, like maps that can’t change. This person—we’ll call them Whomever—sat on that bench, perhaps with a sandwich in hand or a question they hadn’t found the words for yet. And around them spun the quiet chaos of life: leaves pretending to dance, clouds loitering above, time passing without any apology. Whomever was thinking. Not deeply, maybe, but genuinely. Maybe they were wondering if pigeons know they’re free. Or if the person they love will ever love them back. Or if the universe feels loneliness—or if that's just a human invention, like debt or daylight savings time. Now, wherever this is, it’s not important. Not really. It could be in a small town in Oregon, or on the edge of a nowhere town in India, or an alley in Lisbon where forgotten stories pile up like broken umbrellas. The *wherever* doesn’t matter because the *whatever* inside Whomever is what sticks. See, *whatever* lives in the back of all our minds. It’s that tangled string of thoughts we tug at during elevator rides or while staring at the ceiling at 2:03 a.m. It's the half-formed dreams, the what-ifs we build tiny universes from. Whatever is a song that never got written. It’s the memory of a smell you can’t quite place. It's also that stubborn hope that things will *somehow* be okay—even if we don’t know what "okay" means today. Maybe Whomever stood up, walked away, and never returned. Maybe someone else sat down later, thinking different thoughts. The bench stayed. Quiet. Patient. Watching whatever passed through whoever stopped there, wherever they were. And maybe—just maybe—that’s all any of us are doing too. K Rajaram IRS 15425 On Tue, 15 Apr 2025 at 04:45, Jambunathan Iyer <[email protected]> wrote: > Wherever you are we wish you strength, health and peace. Whomever you are > with, we wish you laughter, sweet memories, and sumptuous feasting. > Whatever you do, be present, expect the good, and keep on learning. > > N Jambunathan Rengarajapuram-Kodambakkam-Chennai-Mob:9176159004 > > *" What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you > become by achieving your goals. If you want to live a happy life, tie it to > a goal, not to people or things "* > > -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CAL5XZoocHKR%3DscSE87tp%2BqXy4%3DGYxbWFKJw_Y8yCZWuvPb4c4A%40mail.gmail.com.
