A friend asked, "When were you born?"
"Perhaps then when Lal Bahadur Shastri was the Prime Minister, maybe Guljari Lal Nanda or Indira had no prime minister." I replied.
"You do not even remember much."
"Child was neither - away from worldly politics."
"What is to be done now?"
"I am still a human-stuck in deceit, deception, politics, delusion."
"But who are you?"
"Yes."
"But how? What are the characteristics of humans in you?"
I kept quiet, some thought, instead of the answer, I scribed a question, "What are you?"
The friend was silent. He probably knew that next time I'm about to repeat his next question.
Looking for answers to a straight question, we look at each other for a long time.
Still looking for answers, what are the human beings in us?