Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Kabadi on rooftop

There will always be longing. 
For the perfect stomach. The perfect regimen. The immaculate house. Or, for a nuanced conversation, spiced correctly. A dash of salt for humour. Some whole garam masala to balance it out. 
And then, some fools long for more nostalgia. One more hit. Never get enough. Vision blurs, hands shake, the curry burns, neglected. 
Sometimes, a place defines you. Don't let it.  

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Ruminate

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Walk, arrange assumptions in a neat triangle, point at a stranger's facial expression and laugh.  

3 comments:

WritingsForLife said...

Great lesson - we do need to be reminded of that :-)

Thank you.

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