Being honest.

"Is honesty the  best policy?" , questioned the mind.



Then the heart answered "Maybe, Perhaps, Yes  or No!"



And somewhere between,  all the contradictory answers I confused myself more, as usual!


      Returning back to honesty, it's boring sometimes to reply "fine and okay" on the the questions like "How are you?, "How's life?", "How about mom and dad?" , "Can you click my  photographs today?" , "Can you help in my projects?", "Can you  grind apple's seeds for me?", "Can you help me counting stars?" and list of favors goes on increasing.

I mean it gets disgusting at times , when you are repeatedly being asked for the favors or perfect word for  it would be"help"! I was taught doing things"independently"from a very early age. There is a razor thin line between asking for help and irritating them for small tasks.


I always stagger back and forth to my responsibilities and duties, all because for the help I am supposed to give. I don't do it for pleasing them rather, it is done just to be tagged as sociable and helpful  social animal.