If you were forced to give up one sense ,but gain super sensitivity in another, which sense would you choose.
The five senses are: Hear; See; Smell; Taste; Touch.
Let me analyze these senses and see which one can I sacrifice to gain super sensitivity in another.
I’ll start with “Hear”, this sense enlivens me, if I lose it I won’t enjoy all the amazing sounds that gives me joy and comfort, would I or can I forego this sense for some other super sense I’m afraid I cannot. It is too important.
Next is, “See” sense of sight,without it I’ll miss the color of the sky, an exquisite art work of famous artists; read my books piled up before me; watch the growth of my cute kittens; there are so many other things I’d miss, is it worth giving up this sense to gain super sensitivity in another, oh no never!
Smell is a necessity for me without it I won’t know if what I’m cooking is burning. I’d miss the fragrance of flowers; I won’t be able to get early warning if there is a fire in my house; the foul smell that the skunk gives off when threatened.
Taste is very important sense to have, if we lose it we won’t be able to distinguish between good and bad taste, I cannot give this one either.
Touch is an important sense in our lives, it helps us differentiate between soft and rough fabric; makes us aware of things that are too hot; show love and affection; how warm is our bath water to avoid burning our body.
These are the main reasons I am unable to decide which one of the senses I can give up,each one is different.
I had three cats,when I saw them first,I wasn’t sure I’d like them ,I told my daughter to take them back. Then the most amazing thing happened I started watching them, they are cute I thought, I want to keep them.
I kept JD ,Thursday and Alex, each morning JD would first meow and jump on my chest and look at me , it was as if she was saying,”Get up Missus I’m hungry,” I’d get up and feed all of them my husband would laugh and look at me.
We had them for fifteen years, JD developed cancer, I was so sorry, she would sit and look at me, she stopped eating, my husband would go and talk to her,she’d look at him and drop her head on the pillow.
Then the dreaded day came when JD was not moving, we brought her to our living room, at 6 P.M JD meowed softly and all was quiet, I cannot explain how painful it was to watch her completely still!
The state of my year thus far is going well. I do my daily prompt regularly. My friends continue to encourage me. I have a few new blogger friends.They are awesome.
I had a few issues with my physical well being. Nature and God combined,helped the healing process.
There are a lot of books,I was able to read. Hosseini was amazing. Shilpi Gowda’s book, ‘Secret Daughter’ is marvellous. Monica Ali revived the story of Diana in her,’Untold Story’. Paulo Coelho’ s ‘Pilgrimage’ reminds us it is not easy to go on a pilgrimage. Then comes Tagore,his book, ‘The Religion of Man’ is a masterpiece. I am still reading Shafique’s wonderful book,’Republic of Rumi’. It is taking me a bit longer,it is one of those books where you have to include your heart and soul to comprehend. If you think I’m taking long,try reading it yourself.
How can I forget the daily routine of cooking, cleaning and keeping track of my monthly bills. They take a portion of my day.
There are movies I watched,when I needed to relax,only problem I encountered was the violence. I do not know about you,personally I do not enjoy them.
Before it skips my mind, last night I was invited to an ‘Iftar Party’. I only knew a few there. They were all very friendly. We had good food,pleasant company and cute little boys,playing and laughing with large plastic sheets. No there was nothing else. They had a grand time all evening. One of the ladies asked me who was my relative there. I told her I have few friends here. I enjoyed the evening,thanked the hosts and came home.