'So Anjali,' I said as we were driving to her school. 'Today I decided I will not criticise anyone.'
She looked at me.
We both saw a taxi driver drive through a red light. I pursed my lips in jest. She knows that the traffic brings out the worst critic in me.
She looked at me and said 'You can criticise without saying a word also you know.'
I was stumped. How did she figure that out?
'How?' I asked. 'How do you sense that?'
'We can make out from their eyes, their body language, something...that we know they are judging us, criticising us. We can feel it.'
'Yes,' I agreed. 'I wonder why we do that though. Perhaps criticising others makes us feel better in comparison.'
Anjali was not too concerned about the why. It was enough that we do that.
She looked at me.
We both saw a taxi driver drive through a red light. I pursed my lips in jest. She knows that the traffic brings out the worst critic in me.
She looked at me and said 'You can criticise without saying a word also you know.'
I was stumped. How did she figure that out?
'How?' I asked. 'How do you sense that?'
'We can make out from their eyes, their body language, something...that we know they are judging us, criticising us. We can feel it.'
'Yes,' I agreed. 'I wonder why we do that though. Perhaps criticising others makes us feel better in comparison.'
Anjali was not too concerned about the why. It was enough that we do that.
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