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Roses and jasmines. All vowels extended until you barely make the words out, approaching, then rushing and receding past, early mornings. The flower boy; Wake up calls, admonishments, family fights and announcements, old stories, dire oaths, colourful threats, affected love, who, this loud mouth? Lady next door; Squirrels that shriek like birds, competing for turns to puncture the solemn silence; Paperboys and milkmen, school vans and church bells, pressure cooker whistles, whish of reed broom on jagged floors wet with cleaning water, motor noise, aircon: Two years: that vanished like a dancing drop on a hot pan: beauty hiding the pain Ending like the slowly turning reflection of the halting fan on my breakfast bowl: Ja..asmi...ines and ro..oses, squirrel shrieks, now familiar story of the family next door, wash whish, silence: who is that faint spectacled figure on the cabinet glass?
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
Two years...
Roses and jasmines. All vowels extended until you barely make the words out, approaching, then rushing and receding past, early mornings. The flower boy; Wake up calls, admonishments, family fights and announcements, old stories, dire oaths, colourful threats, affected love, who, this loud mouth? Lady next door; Squirrels that shriek like birds, competing for turns to puncture the solemn silence; Paperboys and milkmen, school vans and church bells, pressure cooker whistles, whish of reed broom on jagged floors wet with cleaning water, motor noise, aircon: Two years: that vanished like a dancing drop on a hot pan: beauty hiding the pain Ending like the slowly turning reflection of the halting fan on my breakfast bowl: Ja..asmi...ines and ro..oses, squirrel shrieks, now familiar story of the family next door, wash whish, silence: who is that faint spectacled figure on the cabinet glass?
You arrive at a new place...sounds and smells, all new. Years rush by and suddenly it's time to leave. Everything has changed, but things are also the same: the flowerboy, lady next door, birds and animals...you have changed!
prabhu-iyer
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
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