I want. thought. a rain-filled text. a full memory. an empty month. an un-crisis of faith. wishing well?
****
I'd rather dance with you.
I'd rather dance with you, too.
Buy my soft drink
11 years ago
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
From the inbox: Letters from a self-confessed superhero
From someone who makes my world a whole lot nicer.
12.
...got in to a black cab after weeks. I flip a coin,an Indian one rupee coin. When I take monumental decisions,yes taking a black cab was a big decision. I'm the poor banker,remember?...
I've never used the word-strange,as many times I have this year,month,week.
I don't often find myself in a strange place. I adapt and become a part of the surroundings. Slip in,like I've always belonged there.
...I hear you say, "only when I see them,I'll believe you" well, perhaps you will someday. Else they might be john nash like. Who knows. :)...and pretend to play the perfect cover drive. One step,one stroke. Often hooking and cutting, with a straight back and somewhat stylish...7 pints of pimms and 2 pints of fosters. Did you proud.
...I leave you with a story. Its about a boy who inherits his grandfathers type writer. His deceased uncles ray ban glasses. And his dogs chain.
...People can doubt him all they want,he achieved his dream, in front of those that really mattered. those that stood by him, every single day.
Finally the prince, became the king at his own home ground. The Eden Gardens.
and my favourite:
...The gods were kind, the skies lit up too. The cast included,the Italian brothers who sang for us, the Lebanese soldiers went to war, they waltzed on screen. It was all part of the script...
12.
...got in to a black cab after weeks. I flip a coin,an Indian one rupee coin. When I take monumental decisions,yes taking a black cab was a big decision. I'm the poor banker,remember?...
I've never used the word-strange,as many times I have this year,month,week.
I don't often find myself in a strange place. I adapt and become a part of the surroundings. Slip in,like I've always belonged there.
...I hear you say, "only when I see them,I'll believe you" well, perhaps you will someday. Else they might be john nash like. Who knows. :)...and pretend to play the perfect cover drive. One step,one stroke. Often hooking and cutting, with a straight back and somewhat stylish...7 pints of pimms and 2 pints of fosters. Did you proud.
...I leave you with a story. Its about a boy who inherits his grandfathers type writer. His deceased uncles ray ban glasses. And his dogs chain.
...People can doubt him all they want,he achieved his dream, in front of those that really mattered. those that stood by him, every single day.
Finally the prince, became the king at his own home ground. The Eden Gardens.
and my favourite:
...The gods were kind, the skies lit up too. The cast included,the Italian brothers who sang for us, the Lebanese soldiers went to war, they waltzed on screen. It was all part of the script...
July.
Subtext: "to float" is a good verb.
So I sit in a new space. sunlight and venetian blinds. and a google tasklist to keep me company.
apparently, when one turns the corner, there are no spotlights and no background music.
Aforementioned. the conscience implodes. for, does rational conversation with the Id ever override? is exhaustion excuse enough?
Of Habitual expression. blind attention-seeking syntax. and hollow tones.
warmth. blanketed and stored for the winter.
for structure and irony.
for, the hope and hopeful never did converge.
So I sit in a new space. sunlight and venetian blinds. and a google tasklist to keep me company.
apparently, when one turns the corner, there are no spotlights and no background music.
Aforementioned. the conscience implodes. for, does rational conversation with the Id ever override? is exhaustion excuse enough?
Of Habitual expression. blind attention-seeking syntax. and hollow tones.
warmth. blanketed and stored for the winter.
for structure and irony.
for, the hope and hopeful never did converge.
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