And I . . .
Will Come.
On the backrest of the Rickshawallah’s seat, words will sometimes shed their original intent and instead take on a new identity inadvertently.
While what the words eventually say is very different from what they originally set out to mean, yet there’s little or nothing lost in translation, the passenger warming to the original intent and reveling in the eventual implementation.
Transfer it to daily interactions and we might actually have fewer misunderstandings to clarify, with words seen and appreciated for their original intent in poorly articulated sentiments.
