Author: Miminality

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So through the din and merriment and lightstrings of Durga Pujo, we studied and cribbed. On Diwali, we were writing paper. On Bhaiphonta, we were writing another paper. And come the evening of Eid… and guess what we are doing? :)

In between there was the whirlwind trip to the Capital, cameraless and wonderful and just as necessary. An image borrowed from other people’s cameras will not show our face. For example, this:

All that could be jinxed have been jinxed. The heart feels wonderfully light and clean in its rediscovered nudity. One must always move away (deviate?) from a given point, one must live out of a backpack and let all else peel off and away.

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I want to write about what kept me smiling this week (despite the still-defunct keyboard that scrambles my brain each time I try to write and the days gone by that should’ve been spent writing) but I’m afraid that will jinx it. (Will this jinx it?)

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‘Tis interesting what the heart aches for. All the things that you may not need, but cannot have nevertheless. This is interesting. Does unavailability alone make an object desirable, even though you have no use for it in your life? Does spontaneous availability depreciate value, likewise?

But shouldn’t life have taught us the exact opposite.

October Blues

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Blues catch like cold
(but untold and forlorn).
And you sniffle a little,
Then freeze into stone
On your park bench where (flaming
And swirling around)
The leaves that don’t touch you
Will rain on to ground;
Till children and housewives
And candyfloss men
With their lazy cries, crazy lies
Thaw you again.