Its been a while since I could, hold me heart up high,
up to the world,
up to you, my gentle hypothetical reader, and also the ones, such divine manifestations in flesh and blood, to which my tremendous gratitude makes me irk and squirm at the thought when they might confront me for my indolence of not writing anymore.
Like there are thunderstorms, blizzards and hurricans (all names invariably after women, an interesting fact to check out though, nothing much!), one such calamity has seized my entire existance for what seems to be an eternity now. On the outset of this unforthcoming semester, in the preceding holidays of which I went from hoo-haa to huh-huh, I stymied my way up to the vertiginous climb to my dingy quarter in my room, all of it, which was piquing me day in and day out, was such a place that needed introductions to oneself, metronomically reminding oneself that this also is an alive, although forgotten part of the hostel.
In an attempt to create a verisimilitude of a transient hostel life, the boarders of that corridoors including the distant me, had no alternative but to hang around in neighbouring rooms. Even the thought of going all the way down, even to the mess on one of those days when the only natural reprehension of staying hungry was to die.
Finally, the change in me tries to form a hazy visage, in a moment's suspension in the blur that caused by the awashed life each and every moment, I see things which non commitally had to surface and acquire a centrality. Perhaps the haze is not so blinding, perhaps what I could not see, was never meant to be seen by me, so could its impact be on me to squander other possibilities of succinct approach and ensanring me into invidious realms of gaping concerns, nothing better judged from a distance as frivolity.
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