Friday, June 13, 2008
i had once sworn i'll never keep a blog. that was when in college. i have changed my notions at least a hundred times since then.
this one is for me. here, i am whispering into an inanimate computer all those nothings and somethings which i want to push out of my head. this is no confessional. it is not a chronicle either; nor is it an attempt at something grand like the unbearable lightness of being (which annie seems to think i can match). this is just me talking to a friend without a face. and like all my conversations, i meander.
my rule book insists i steer far away from pretentious wordplay. it says i must be honest as well. i try.
i often wondered what happens to an undelivered message -- one which i sent but never reached the person i intended it for. i see them floating in the air, knocking at closed windows, wishing a wind could blow it in somehow.
here, perhaps is the last house for all of them. a house to stay, where wind is always ready to usher them in.
i had once sworn i'll never keep a blog. that was when in college. i have changed my notions at least a hundred times since then.
this one is for me. here, i am whispering into an inanimate computer all those nothings and somethings which i want to push out of my head. this is no confessional. it is not a chronicle either; nor is it an attempt at something grand like the unbearable lightness of being (which annie seems to think i can match). this is just me talking to a friend without a face. and like all my conversations, i meander.
my rule book insists i steer far away from pretentious wordplay. it says i must be honest as well. i try.
i often wondered what happens to an undelivered message -- one which i sent but never reached the person i intended it for. i see them floating in the air, knocking at closed windows, wishing a wind could blow it in somehow.
here, perhaps is the last house for all of them. a house to stay, where wind is always ready to usher them in.
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