A Letter...

Dear Conscience,

It has never happened that I ever wrote to you. But we do talk a lot, or shall I say interact with each other. Every second, every instance - you guide me. At college, at my room, while travelling, meeting people and dealing with them. Well, then I thought - why not we change the things a bit here. I should tell you a few things now and you should listen. I guess it is but fair.

So what is up with you these days huh? Topsy and turvy and tumbling down the rabbit hole... You have been acting pretty smart you know? Bending yourself to convenience, ain't it? But then, who am I to blame you - now that you are aware that all those books that taught you to not bend are published by those who bend you the most. Infact, everything seems so, well, bent!

So trying to fit in the world ha? Of course, I understand. After all, you have to survive. Darwin must have meant it when he said Survival of the Fittest. So, its kinda cool with me when you bent. And don't worry, won't trouble you much and hurt you when you bend, you are doing a fairly good job than most of your contemporaries, so Rock On!!!

Yours faithfully,

The one in whom you reside