I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair…

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because –
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

- Pablo Neruda

Apeal 2

Next time if I try to help anyone – ANYONE – born in the southern region of the country – kindly remind me that I hate them.

Ushering in the New Beginning

So, here I am… sitting in front of the blank screen… wondering what to write… and the only logical thing is to start with a sincere apology. To all those who happen to read my small space on the internet and missed my absence from it.

As always, no excuses. Just a humble apology for disappearing without a word.

The new year has brought about a first of many things. And this year would be especially important because I am getting married. Believe it or not, it’s not as easy as it seems. the past two months have witnessed many a bitter tears, a thousand angry words, a million apologies and countless smiles!

The fact that the wedding day is approaching, is fast sinking in. 20th April is the date and most of the things have been taken care of. The only thing left now is for me to accept the fact that nothing is going to remain the same anymore, that I am finally saying goodbye to all that I have known, seen and experienced. I am getting prepared for ‘the new life’, trying desperately to not enter it with doubts.

Every person I meet greets me with a word of caution, guised advice and wishes (both good and bad). The premarital jitters are definitely there. So are the hideously stark realizations of the mistakes committed in the past that are being manifested in various forms – threatening the very existence of a blissful future.

However, I have always prided myself for being able to master situations – no matter how shitty. And this time is going to be no different.

Have finally taken out the time and the inclination to work on some freelance projects that had been calling out to me. Did a series on Carnatic Music for a south Indian website. Making an extra buck on the side never hurt anyone.

Work wise thing’s been casually over hung… and I”m getting a little impatient to wrap things up and get immersed fully in the wedding chores.

Ah well not much more to write in here. But I promise that I am going to be a bit more regular here from today!

Oh and Mystielily… you’re back! Yay! And Alicia, thanks for missing me… I am touched!