We met at the little bookstore around the corner. It was some months ago. October, perhaps. We went for a swim then. At the club. The water was bitterly cold. Odd for October. The chicken club sandwich was divine. So much mayonnaise. You spilled the tangy lemonade on my shorts. The car ran out of fuel. I walked to the crossing and fetched some. It could have rained. I took you home. It’s a very charming house, you said. I said that it was a bit small. But you have two bedrooms and a living room, you said. And a kitchen. A laundry room too! You live by yourself, you exclaimed. Why did I still find it so small? I just smiled then. But did not tell you- where do I fit in all those memories? Of those of pain and happiness. So much history. So much love. So much pain. So many touches. So many smells. So many sounds. Memories take up too much space- you know?
i walked on the sand.
matched my steps over your footprints.
walked like this, a while.
then it rained.
it was all blurred.
i walked on the sand,
but cudnt match my steps over your footprints.
there were no footprints, na?
thousand desires such,
to fulfill each,
thousand bills too!
cell fone, cable, internet, milk, domestic help, maintainance of society, laundry, food, commute, groceries, other supplies, medicines, ......
i know there were so many complains bout my not blogging much these days.
well many reasons.
working like mad. mad. mad. 16 hours a day. minimum.
new place, no land line to dial up connect.
but i have cable net now.
the speeeeeeeeed! wow!
have discovered hariku murakami.
such a refreshing change from other stuff one reads these days.
its such simple language.
no "play" of words.
no magic realism.
anybody read vikram seth's new?
the times of india had a very nice review.
ah sing the title along!
moved into my own place (albeit rented)...
but its so easy to turn a bit uncivilized... if you have no one looking...
have to keep reminding myself to shut the bedroom door while changing and so on....
but its good to be prepared to live by myself in the future too.
i make coffee and sanwiches. havent started full fledged cooking yet!
no wait! yesterday i made popcorn!
bake beans for dinner tonite!
all i need is cable net to go online.
moving into this place...feels like life's come a full circle. again.
There was no water in the tap. Baby Krishna opened his eyes. He wept. Wept non-stop for two days. Flood. The city came to a stand still. The asuras refused to clean the decay. Krishna ventures out. Picks up pali hill with his little finger. Ah! Fabindia will be safe now. Thank God!