Mind: The Brains Behind the Eyes
I suffer a disability of cognition. I cannot remember directions. In past when I commuted in city buses, I spent many frustrating moments on a road trying to figure out the direction of the place I was heading to. Bus number 72 plied in both the directions. I would often board the wrong bus and learn the error only when the bus halted at its last stop. Today, if a traffic jam or any obstacle forces me to take a new route, I cannot reach home without getting lost in the maze of crisscrossing streets. Recently, on a foggy winter day, I was forced on to an unfamiliar street as I pulled my cycle with a punctured tyre. The new route might be shorter, I reasoned. A right turn here and a left there and I was lost. I spotted a lonely walker and stopped him to ask the way to my apartment. He seemed dazed and stared hard at me for a few seconds, as if I had asked him the solution to the Fermat’s Last Theorem. He repeated the name of my apartment building slowly. Had he heard me correctly? I