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December 9, 2010

Coffee with tears doesn’t taste bitter. It doesn’t taste at all.



December 7, 2010

Slow Motion

December 6, 2010

The heater is buzzing like the noises in the head. Wwrooommm. Things move in slow motion, and so the pain lasts longer. Contrary to the belief, there are no pain killers. They only numb the pain, not kill it. And Time is the best healer?! In slow motion, medication delayed is medication denied.
Its the Fall. The leaves fall slowly. The contours change slowly. The discovery of change itself comes slowly. The chill rises through your spine slowly. And slowly comes the numbness. And slowly comes the heaving. And the sighing. And the subdued subtle despair. And then the gradual disenchantment. The poison works slowly. But surely. The sting is potent. The poison is a poison even if its an antidote.
Oh the shiver! the heater is off. But the noises? Wwrroommm. Coffee.

To Love…

November 10, 2010

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.



November 5, 2010

Whose face was it that kept staring back at me from my mirror? So this is what represents me? Do I look like this when I smile? my lips stretch into my cheeks. And those crinkles at the end of my eyes. And? Ok. So this is how i look when i think i am not crying. I must be giving in easy. If only I could open my eyes a little wider and stretch my lips into a smile. Yes, this looks perfect. I am now ready for the day. Oh, happy Diwali.

The Quest

October 10, 2010

All the words in this world have been spoken sometime or the other; all the words, in a manner of speaking, have been spent already. All the stories that are to be told have already been told; there is no story that has anything new to offer. What makes anything novel, fresh, appealing? Same feelings of love have swept humanity since long. Same feelings of passion have flooded humanity always. Yet, each new wave of humanity brings in itself an ocean full of depth with its own capacity for those feelings. Humans are great suckers for the sentiment. Time and again, humans have learnt this only to refresh their memories.

What strange quest is this man after?

End of the Affair?

April 17, 2010

Man has places in his heart which do not yet exist, and into them enters suffering in order that they may have existence

– Leon Bloy