Thursday, March 20, 2008

City walk

It’s been too many times that walking alone in the city creates in me an immeasurable sorrow. Though really short lived it’s the sorrow of being severed from a centre, the sorrow of insignificance, the sorrow of knowing that you have disappeared as you step into a gali packed with people sounds, people smells and people faces. It’s been so many times.

But sometimes I like walking alone in the city, because sometimes it decides to give in. It gives in on days when I want the centre to dissolve, when I want to be insignificant, when unknown people sounds, people smells and people faces comfort you because they haven’t yet discovered what your sorrow is, they don’t know what you need and so they don’t hold that back, they give it to you unsuspecting, unknowing.

I met Rekha Kumari recently, while trying to cross the road across Dilli Haat, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and then a smile, and a long conversation. Almost surreal, we hopped from one stall to another, I was smiling and so was she, we could have been sisters, friends, lovers, enemies, actors. But we were strangers and I guess that’s where our happiness lay that day.

I don’t know if she has opened the Salman Khan diary in which she took my number since, I don’t know If she ever told anybody about meeting me , I don’t know if she knows that perhaps I needed to meet her, just as a people face on a lone walk in the city.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

faizistan

"desire even in the absence of hope "

Thursday, March 13, 2008

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so cool :)