The cover of the book had a gravity-defying bicycle climbing a modern building’s wall. A vertical image. The title of the book said – Guts! It was a gift from a friend, a few years ago. Like the book, its message was now obscure under a six-month layer of dust.
It was designated as the book of answers for today, yet it failed to deliver on that promise.
After a while ‘guts’ doesn’t mean anything. I haven’t seen a brave person, for a while now. I have seen acts of bravado – I have seen fists shaken in empty air displacing innocent air molecules from their state of inertia. I have seen caustic words build a wall between two peoples who were otherwise merged in a single swirl of rainbow colour
There is a small difference in the spelling; there is great difference between brave and bravado. And in that one moment, it is easy to miss that huge difference.
I haven’t seen a brave person, for a while now.