Thought Trail

"She might have to undergo a surgery, her entire skin has been scraped", said Amma to Kritika.
She was telling her about her neighbor.
"Ohh! It must have been really painful", said Kritika
As she finished talking to Amma and walked ahead her thoughts only oscillated around her neighbor.
"How painful it must have been", she twitched.
As she walked on she began to wonder "It's not that I speak to him every day, leave everyday I don't even speak to him when I encounter him, then why am I feeling so bad"
"Whatever might be the reason, I don't quite like it"
As she came back home, she found a lizard in her room. It irritated her further, "I know you come here during the night and go back before I see you, but why are you here now", she thought about the lizard.
"Isn't it stupid, I shouldn't be scared of lizard, but am I really scared?"
"well probably it's not being scary, the presence of the lizard irks me, what if it falls down, what if it falls on me while I'm sleeping"
"But it is just a lizard, what can it possibly do?"
"It is not about what it can do but I don't know, I don't quite like its presence"
"Is it infringement in your space. Now this is called absolute bullshit", she continued to talk to herself.
She began flipping the pages of the book lying on the table. It was a graphic novel on the conflict zones, the Palestine, Iraq etc. There were pictures of rubble and destruction.
"How would it be to live in such zones, how would I react if I was unsure whether I would have a house the following day, if I didn't know whether someone from my kith and kin would be injured the next moment, if I didn't know when my house would be occupied and I would be thrown out, if I had to live in the fear of which moment I would be hit by a bullet, if I had to keep guessing who would loose life me or one of my friends. How would that be"
"Like these kids shown, will I become apathetic?"
"All of us complain so much about the lack of adventure in life, would any one of us want to be transported to such a place, where life would be an ultimate adventure and a constant question mark. Probably our definition of adventure is bunking office or finding a hundred rupee in an old trouser, with all the life's necessities taken care of"
"Some times I wonder, we have extremely short memories. We forget where it all began, all these conflicts and all, all of it ends up in blame game and mindless retaliation. But what does one do, when one is being attacked, one can't sit back and think the intellectual reasons behind the problem, one has to retaliate."
"When these buildings are destroyed, some people get stuck, a lot of memories are lost. I wonder what happens to the lizards who live in the houses, do they also die or do they escape"