The colour of tempests -
skies split by lghtning
Rain in sheets and waves
The colour of a trunk
Gentle enough to pluck a flower
Strong enough to uproot a tree
The colour of the Belfast sea
Washing over the Giants' Causeway
Steely waves breaking on the shore
The colour of my mood
When my day has not gone
Quite as I had wished
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Haiku on grey
The trunk deft enough
To pluck a flower
And uproot a tree
How to describe this? This magic. Of books
New books read for the first time
The feel of words and the shapes they create in your minds
The memories they trigger
Of books re read
The magic of reading a part long awaited and see it unfold again
Put the book away and puzzle over new pieces that make sense
I never fully understood people's amazement at the fact that I used to read every chance I could
Busses trains while eating over lunch
I had a sense others watched movies but I never realised it
How easy it is to watch films
And therefore how tough to pick up a book
The effort my god Read words. Imagine stuff. Only go at the pace your read. What torture
I found Netflix recently.
I'm a soccer mum. AGain. Watching ashwin learn soccer fills me with pride. I remember, the feeling upwelling 2 years ago wh3n he first joined to. Which quickly fell when I saw him play haha. Well here we are again. Let's see😀
I've thought of ending it all
Who hasn't?
You mean some haven't?
Like my mum and saro
The innocent practical types
I love them
Now intense people
Like me my dad
We've thought of it
What stopped me?
Sitting on a parapet
Hearing him say it's over
Fiddling with the ring he gave me
Looking down
Wondering if at this height it will be death or damage
And telling myself no
What made me say no?
Knowing
There was more to life
The love of parents and friends
What if I hadn't had that ?
Hypothetical qn.
Looking down from the 6th floor of my hdb flat
I wonder how it might be
To fall to jump
If I'd float or crash
A butterfly of madness
Fluttering in my head
my parents have so little expectations of us to help them
yet they help us so much
the little bit I do they magnify 10 fold
I should be more pro active and help more. I said I'd go by on sunday to help them pack. will see though. also need to spend time with the kids. ashwin is feeling it a bit.
I would be lost
adrift
without the familiar sea
of words to tide me over
am escape
I'd be forced to confront my fears my anger my hopes squarely
without the enchanting foray into another world
he goes to tv
his escape
and so we both retreat into our private havens
without talking
about what needs to be said
the wall growing thicker
by page worlds on one side
and screen worlds the other
waiting to cross the road with a 4 year old in hand
my four year old
I wondered for a second
what might happen if I were to fling her across the road
how would she look crumpled up
how would I later react
what would I miss and remember about her
such morbid thoughts
prove
madness is just a tilt in our paradigm
anyone can become mad
for a second or longer
what a book
I just finished it. 1538 pages. it's like a year.
I read to the exclusion of work and family. in the words of the poet Amit in the book (metafictive) when I get a good thick book I become a social moron. I don't attend weddings or funerals. my best friends become enemies.
yup. that's me. am happy to have emerged from the depths of those pages.
lata settled for the most suitable boy. not the boy she loved. truth. though much of the rest of the tale is fairy tale.
fine balance was just pathos. worst of India.
this is a glossed version I agree. but far more fun to read. and still has stuff to think about. very affected by reading about the chammars and how they get cheated of land.
made me appreciate the complexity of the zamindar system. why they are revered as gods and also hated. British India was a mess after the British left. race riots are not to be scorned or scoffed at. can understand Singapore hard stand against Malay Chinese riots in sg. people are just animals. need to be governed well.
