Like a reminder of my lost world
she came
All the way
Forenoon was music time
A new picture emerged
as music released memories
of her lost world
of a little mallu girl in Borneo
peeping through her window
watching people dance
in the forbidden world
as Frank and Nancy Sinatra crooned
‘Something Stupid’
She enjoyed my biriyani
which was not my best
Then from the beach
we watched the sea
philosophizing
And then she said
‘Confront yourself
how long can you hide from yourself?
Your tete a tete with death
write it down
all of it”
True, I told myself
all of us have a tale to tell
but do I want to tell mine?
She left by the evening train
I was touched.
Coming all the way
just to see me
‘Tell your story’
her words kept coming back to me
To be rid of them niggling at my brain
I started my story
Tete a tete with death??
ReplyDeleteWhat's that about??
Really? An autobiography? Wow really?
ReplyDelete@ cris. no no. who'd want to read my autobio.
ReplyDelete@deepak -its just that - tete a tete with death.
plan to post blogs on it in pareltank under another blog name from next week.
Why does she want you to talk about it anyway? Does she think you are in denial? I'll hold off on being annoyed till I hear the details from you (maybe via email?)
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ReplyDeleteshe thought i should get it out of my system.just write, she said. publishing isn't important.
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ReplyDeleteThat's a very good suggestion. Writing is very therapeutic, and Dr. John Sarno (the renowned clinical rehab doctor known for his treatment of back pain etc) makes his patients keep a journal and write every day.
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