Treasured Reflections
In 1963, you went to Wheelers and picked up a dozen books. I crinkled my nose and waved them away as trash. I did not want your Moravia, Fleming or Chase. I had my Austen, Woolf and Wilde. I wanted you to want what I wanted. You wanted to be you but I wanted you to be me. You left me but left behind what I did not want.
I read the Moravias and the Flemings to replay what we had. But, did we have anything? I never let that happen did I? I thought I had it all for us. I see now that Love needs the right verbs; it is not have, it should have been be.
Loved it, totally resonates with me.And , just for the record, can smell them.
More such posts please, we can leave out the eternal links of internet.We need essence.
cheers
Posted by
Ubermensch |
6:03 AM, June 26, 2006
>>we can leave out the eternal links of internet.
:) Indeed we can.
More such posts? What can a lazy lady say to that?
Thanks uber. I am really glad you liked it.
Posted by
Echo/Lavanya |
3:32 PM, June 27, 2006
This is beautiful and poignant. I feel as if I am an intruder who has wandered off into someone else's memories and am transfixed by the beauty of that moment. A pleasant respite you have provided with your words. Thanks.
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Aravind
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Anonymous |
8:35 PM, August 21, 2006