Ramblings of ma mind

The devil inside:
Everytime I see somebody’s lace undone, I get this incredible urge to step on it and trip the person. I’ve even tried that a couple of times but the would be victim was wearing his lucky colours or something I suppose :P

Perspective:
When I pass by a large plot of unutilized land, I wonder why a perfectly good piece of plot is lying vacant instead of being put to some commercial use. Then out of nowhere, I recall how some 15 years ago, every large open land meant nothing but a large playground, to explore, to dig up and to get soiled in.

Dog-eat-dog:
As I walk past a butcher shop, I see two little goat babies tied outside. The little furry black one looks up at me with his big brown eyes and silly as it is, I can’t meet his eyes in the face of what my species is doing to his.

It happens only in Indyeah:
I was on the phone with a friend recently when she abruptly said “Ok, I gotta hang up, there’s an elephant coming”
And I go, “Huh? Whuh?”
So she repeats, a little irritated, “I have to hang up Shwetz, there’s an elephant coming my way.”
Me: “Ele .. hahhahahahah”. The line goes dead. “Hahahhaha”

Paapi pet da sawaal:
On a vast stretch of the Arabian Sea, far off, I see a tiny speck. It’s a fisherman floating on a cast off truck tyre. Just looking at him in the middle of nowhere on the flimsy piece of rubber gives me the shivers. But I guess trials are part and parcel to every person’s daily bread winning. Such is life.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

~ Virginia Woolf

Just once more

Memories do the strangest thing. Sometimes you miss someone so much, not a day goes by without you thinking about them. Their voice, their expressions, their hands, their laughter, all those tiny little, very specific details that made them unique. You miss them every single time and wish, if only you could see them just one last time. It’s not even so important that you speak to them, but just be able to see them, maybe from a far off distance, as if secretly spying through a window, just be in the same vicinity, just see that crinkle of eyes again, hear that voice again, just one more time.

You reminisce so much that when reality strikes, it almost feels like all that you had, all that you shared in the past is all just a figment of your imagination. It was all a mirage, your fantasy, a non-existent world. That kind of happiness couldn’t possibly exist.

So then you rummage through your old belongings, small nondescript mementos, like bits of paper with scribbles in that unmistakable hand, documents with that stylish inimitable signature. You flip through photo albums, looking for proof, looking for reassurance, looking for pain, or a balm for it. And there they are, those freckles, that toothy or rather toothless smile, that thick lush hair. *sigh*. It all did happen after all, but is now forever lost in the sands of time. So then, once again, its time to lock away all those memories, and pretend it was all a dream, or that this is a nightmare, soon to end. But if only, you could have just one more chance …