“It’s a beautiful world” and “they lived happily ever after”… we have all heard these things and we believe in them… the truth about lies or the lies about lies. I don’t think a day has gone without someone selling a good lie or me trying to defend my position, deviated from the line of truth. We are all the victims and the conspirators making this place a vivid and vibrant habitat of a world with lies around. The difference is zero, between the illusional and the perfect world made up of so many things including the perfect lies.

I like the unicorn and still believe in Santa Claus… They say a lie spreads faster than fire. Surprisingly, we don’t need to prove a lie but put in super efforts for the truth to stand true to itself. I always had vivid imagination and the thin line that separated me from reality was always obscured. I still think the earth is round and the sun is the center of the universe… I can see only that much, and the rest is outside my scope of view and understanding. I am happy with that but that’s a lie. We all live in a bubble of lies which is true. A lie which saves someone’s life is worth the lie, but nothing is written about the truth in the same way.

I am no exception to the art of putting across words differently when required. Is it only a survival instinct or a basic instinct? That is the question. Have I categorized my lies or do I know how many times I have lied? The answer is “I don’t lie,” but everyone knows that it’s not true.

Well, that will be my biggest lie. I am not sure if the truth and lie are separate or they just go along with each other so well… intertwined that it’s difficult to know at times where one stands.

Maybe I am living a lie with a small part of truth. So small and insignificant that the cluster is big, but as a stand-alone they are all dismissive, to be forgotten or taken as truth. I don’t remember my last lie… maybe I have not lied so far. The phone rang, one of my friends mentioned the catch-up plan for this evening. I told him I was stuck with client delivery… while I wanted to rest at home. Too much work, these catch-up parties are… lie… not at all, just pure avoidance with a tinge of sweetness. I realized too much is being made out of things spoken or done and the judgment is passed whether it’s truth or a lie by people who do not matter most of the time. Those who matter understand and they in return lie a little. Life like that…

The Lies about Lies.