And Yet The Books...

And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,
That appeared once, still wet
As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
And, touched, coddled, began to live
In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
Tribes on the march, planets in motion.
“We are, ” they said, even as their pages
Were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
Licked away their letters. So much more durable
Than we are, whose frail warmth
Cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.
I imagine the earth when I am no more:
Nothing happens, no loss, it’s still a strange pageant,
Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.
Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
--Czesław Miłosz

New Boy...

Beautifully made.

Ashes and Snow-Feather to Fire

The animal world is so alien to me. Sometimes it feels like they don't exist at all. Only when I see a video like this, I realize...what and how much I am missing. Stunning.

At Last...

This is an end of an era.

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Time to close the chapter, turn the page

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The seas have calmed down, the mist has lifted

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So Goodbye to the nightmare that was last year, and hello to the dream that awaits me.

The Book...

"The Book"

I want to be the book you take out from the shelf every time you feel lonely, 

The one, whose pages you so lovingly turn. 

I want to be the book in whose arms you willingly surrender, 

Whose musty smell is more precious to you than the scent of a woman. 

I want to be the book you hold close to your heart when you fall asleep,

the book that touches your soul.

I want to be the book that lives inside you

&

The one that makes you fall in love.

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Days with Frog and Toad...

Toad woke up.

"Drat!" he said.

"This house is a mess. I have so much work to do"

Frog looked through the window.

"Toad, you are right," said Frog, "It is a mess."

Toad pulled the covers over his head.

"I will do it tomorrow," said Toad.

"Today I will take life easy."

Frog came into the house.

"Toad," said Frog, "your pants and jacket are lying on the floor."

"Tomorrow," said Toad from under the covers.

"Your kitchen sink is filled with dirty dishes," said Frog.

"Tomorrow," said Toad.

"There is dust on your chairs."

"Tomorrow," said Toad.

"Your windows need scrubbing," said Frog.

"Your plants need watering."

"Tomorrow!" cried Toad.

"I will do it all tomorrow!"

Toad sat on the edge of his bed.

"Blah," said Toad.

"I feel down in the dumps."

"Why?" asked Frog.

"I am thinking about tomorrow," said Toad.

"I am thinking about all of the many things that I will have to do."

"Yes," said Frog, "tomorrow will be a very hard day for you."

"But Frog," said Toad, "if I pick up my pants and jacket right now, then I will not have to pick them up tomorrow, will I?"

"No," said Frog "You will not have to."

Toad picked up his clothes. He put them in the closet.

"Frog," said Toad, "if I wash my dishes right now, then I will not have to wash them tomorrow, will I?"

"No," said Frog. "You will not have to."

Toad washed and dried his dishes. He put them in the cupboard.

"Frog," said Toad, "if I dust my chairs and scrub my windows and water my plants right now, then I will not have to do it tomorrow, will I?"

"No," said Frog. "You will not have to do any of it."

Toad dusted his chairs. He scuibbed his windows. He watered his plants.

"There," said Toad, "Now I feel better. I am not in the dumps anymore."

"Why?" asked Frog.

"Because I have done all that work," said Toad.

"Now I can save tomorrow for something that I really want to do."

"What is that?" asked Frog.

"Tomorrow," said Toad, "I can just take life easy."

Toad went back to bed. He pulled the covers over his head and fell asleep.

From, Days with Frog and Toad. I think we all should go back to reading children's stories. 

KA 51...

The weirdest thing I heard today was that my Chanel perfume smells like mehendi made specially for brides in North India (Punjab/Delhi). Huh?

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Okay, no, this is not fair god. This is not a good joke! How can this guy be such a copy of P? I can't stop staring at him. He's same height as P, same body type, same colour, same freaking hair, similar dressing style, even the way he'll look at you! Same walking style and same cockiness! :| And he codes! The first time I saw him on my floor, I banged into a door, the similarity is so freaking amazing! And then the other day he asks me for names of good restaurants in the city and what do I do? I stutter! Arghhh...why god why?

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And I might finally get to be with him. We've been having these on-off torrid affairs for these few past years. Oh, they've been good, I'll tell you that, but they've always left me wanting for more. I lusted after him for years, dreamed of how life would be with him. Dreamed of how it would feel to wake up with him by my side, go about my work with his smell on my clothes, eat food with him (he loves rice), party with him, sleep with his arms around me. And now, maybe we'll have a chance to have a full-blown thing. This city called Bangalore and I. We just might.

I should buy new lingerie. Do you think he'll like white?