Its 7:40am in mid December on some road in harayana, India and we are stuck. There's fog, horns blaring, cyclists and motorcyclists weaving in between, pedestrians crossing and cows of course claiming their piece of land. If I could bring the smells along for the experience I would so do it.
We might be stuck in traffic in the moment, but my thoughts lean more on us being stuck in our "gammund." Gammund,is a hindi word and to me, is the idea of pride to the umpteenth degree.
Yes, this is too philosophical for this early morning but I have really slept in a few day and I havent been on Facebook in almost week so my brain is working overtime.
Gammund is something that you see that is built up over time. It's something that is built as a defense mechanism from oneself.
Only Jesus can break this.
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