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A Sucker For Smiles
i thought this was a very different facet of you, a simpler, emotiver (is tehre a word like that?), clearer, participativer, even happier one - yet the strains of (impending) loss and sadness that permeate throughout are so explicit too... this write-up brought out mixed reactions in me. touching and very well-written. i liked it and the picture it painted :)
On
Sleepless...
hello bmw,
nice to know that you too talk to yourself, keep a diary of the mental wanderings...
you know it's funny when people say "it's love" at the slightest instance of the mind questioning it's own changing state. i think it's a new inspiration - for whatever it may lead to... creative impulse is good!! something productive will come of it... mayve a new painting with all those colours inside your mind??
who is to say what is "love" - it's a process, not a product. and a fliud one at that.
enjoy the experience! :)
p.s. - i'm aware half of what i wrote might not make any sense to you!
On
Abdullah's Grandson And My Shame
he he... :-))
sometimes a "short sharp shock" does one a world of good! :-)
On
Abdullah's Grandson And My Shame
i realise now my feedback was a bit too elaborate to elicit such a short reply from you...lol.
how're you doing, my friend? :)
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Abdullah's Grandson And My Shame
a very good narrative, the story as well as the simple straight way of writing. like someone said already, the things unsaid make the story more complete.
as for whether the father was right to accept the gift or not -
i've learned to see that circumstances dictate most of what one does - for most people, at least. a young man of 16 full of ideals of truth / justice / love / beauty thinks and acts differently than a family father worrying about how to make ends meet. and accepting a gift from someone who gives with the goodness of heart or from a sense of gratitude and/or duty - well, not accepting would probably have been an insult.
that doesn't mean the idealist son is in the wrong for despising the father's perceived lack of "self-respect"... i guess at different stages in life different perspectives of the same thing are inevitable.
that doesn't condone any "wrong" action either.
right or wrong, more often than not, turns out to be a matter of which side of teh thin red line you're on. sad but true!
once more, well-written!! :))
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The Wait
gee... you make me feel too sweet for my comfort now!! :))
and drop the good woman thing, my good man - for all you know, i may be neither...lol!! ;-P
glad you liked it, though! :)
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The Wait
damn... maybe you can't see the spotlight coz you're IN IT! for us poor mortals outside it is quite visible... or maybe as they say, one sees what one wants to see...lol!
check your mailbox, my friend!
:)
On
The Wait
YEAH!! i found something you didn't!! ;-))
click on "home" - look at the right-hand corner of the page - there's the "spottlight" - there you see your face sandwiched between a shantanudutta and meerajay.
got it now?
feel that warm glow inside?? :-))
love always,
a.
On
The Wait
heyyy... just noticed you're in the sulekha "spotlight" with this blog... congrats!! (for what it''s worth... lol!)
:-))
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Farewell, Chennai. Hello, Mumbai.
... and i thought i would be the one to write the ultimate city-love blog one day... he he!! :)
LOVED reading through... especially the passage on your cohabitation with the mother-city... extremely well-chosen set of words, evocative...
good luck with mumbai
keep chennai alive within you
:)
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