I’ve just returned from an old-fashioned family vacation at the ‘native place’, complete with grand-parents, cousins and mangoes. It was nice to not have to be a boss, a sparkling wit, a responsible citizen, a busy commuter or any of those multitudinous other roles I seem to keep juggling. On…
On Facebook while I wait for E Vestigio to turn up for our Sunday evening catch-up/gripe/giggle dinner-date. Clearing out pending messages, updated status (blah, I’m running out of exciting things to claim I’m doing) and even looked into Twitter. And now this idle mind turns to mischief. So I use…
Lunch at the cafe, alone. At long last. My thoughts and I dine together. I’m Jill and I want lunch. The host wants me to sit in any one of the dingy corners and ignore the brighter, roomier booths in the centre. I make a wry face so he concedes…
I sailed the sea to the Greek islands and Turkey, promising myself I wouldn’t blog or stress or do any of my usual. Two days in, I reached for my pen.
You’re beautiful. For reasons I can’t explainI find my gaze pulled in the direction of youQuite incomprehensibly,I can’t think of a single intelligent thing to sayWhen you turn and smile at meAnd wait for me to behave like a normal human and respondBut I can’t. I’m lost in the wonder…
Yes, there’s more. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Do banished memories go to hell? I hope not, ‘cos I’ll only end up meeting them there again. Besides they deserve better, so much better than the darkness in my mind. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ A friend who hurts you….is the one most likely to come back and apologize….is the…
Actually after this, another string of random thoughts on breaking up and the afterlife. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ You watch them speak to and of the one they love.And think, unflinchingly, that they don’t speak to or of you that way.The only part that hurts is the realisation that they once used to….
These things never go away.If there has ever been history, it will show even if you are in the same room. Yes, very dramatic. And perhaps romantic. Heartening, even to some. But reality seems to indicate otherwise. Attraction, like everything else, is impermanent. Or perhaps I’m only thinking of fancy…
* With due apologies to Newton Sirjee who we all agree, was a very smart man, indeed. First Law: Every man continues in his current non-single relationship state (dating, just good friends, chasing, no-strings-attached, in love, married) unless acted upon by a force internal (dramatic negative behaviour by woman like…
He looks at her from the corner of his eyeThinking she won’t noticeSecretly hoping she willSo secret, he won’t even admit to himself She feels his lookLike sunlight, warm on her cheeksHer eyes stay downcastShielded from his blinding gazeWarmed nevertheless by its intensity Then it starts to rain.
