Same Same But Different
Growing up is a lot like a box of chocolates, the most sensible people to partake in the treats inside are often a group without senior citizens and children. Not that they shouldn't, but just that they have the liberty to not be as meticulous with it. But the one mind-boggling truth about growing up, one that shook my world even though it seems mundane to me now, is that one thing can have more than one uses. I thought about this as I sat there, hot, tongue-scorching tea in my hand and a cigarette in the other, and I saw the shopkeeper of a store wash his incense tray. A small, round stainless steel plate with slender half inch tall pipe like cylinders welded into it to hold the incense aloft. I saw him empty it out on the side of the road and for some reason it hit me, that tray could be used like an ashtray too. Now this isn't a jibe or a diss at any culture that considers incense hallowed, it is simply an observation of a utensil and its varied uses, stripped of its purpos