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Monday, August 29, 2005

The Memory....

This, for a change is not my entry. This is a guest post from Prat .
We have been toying with this for a while. The idea to guest blog, where you exchange posts with another blogger. After mutually agreeing in favour of it, we thought the best way to get over our goddamn writer’s blocks was to suggest each other some loose themes to work around. The results are here.


It’s an honour to have her here. You can find my post over there
in her place.

Im leaving you to her-

A memory is a slow walk through the halls of oneself clutching to the hands of time.Its just such an intimate moment. Between you and a melancholic part of you.


''Can you sing?'', he asked, looking right at her. Almond brown eyes. That curve in his lips. Wind flirting with her hair. Him with her. Soft old number from the eighties or so. Rocks below their carelessly dangling feet. Waves crashing against them. The notes of the Indian Ocean playing along softly. Different scales melting seemlessly into a music that sometimes still plays in her ears.

Time does what it knows to do best.
Go by.

You are ready. Bag slung over your shoulder, daily folded to an agreeable shape, fingers reach out to grab for support. One leg almost touches the train. Almost.
And then.
You look.
At the gap.
Between the train and the platform.
And wonder.
What if.
You see with absolute lucidity all that you are losing.
I loved you so much.You are the sum of all that my life has been.
Of happiness, tears, blankness, abruptness, blushes, warmth, euphoria and everything in between.
Step in.
Choose not to slip.
Between the platform and the train.
And you choose instead to work for another day's bread, to smile at friends over cups of tea, mumble incoherently about the airconditioner being cranked up too high, and how 'necessarily' should be easier to spell, and to take time off. To hold a hand.
His hand.
And thus your thoughts talk you through another night, and before it lulls you to sleep, you know something for sure.
An alteration.
To my routine tomorrow.
A crumpled sheet of paper.
Will find its place.
A love letter.Between the platform and the train....

PS:
Topic- Letting go and Restart.
Line suggested-A memory is a slow walk through the halls of oneself clutching to the hands of time.

Do let us know if anyone else try out the same or anything similar.

11 comments:

. : A : . said...

Very interesting concept. And a good piece to kick it off. Am moving now to see the other post.

:-)

Rajesh said...

yosso and prat, this is just the kind of start I was hoping to find.

...the offbeat feel, interspersed with commentary and metaphors did a tight rope walk. I guess I am fine with the result :)

we should do this, more.

.m. said...

like the train--for starting over... it kind of says the bye real well. moving slowly away but going all the same. NIce read Prat

Vasu the terrible said...

absolutely incredible... espeically

>>And you choose instead to work for another day's bread

keep it up prat..

vasu

gulnaz said...

quintessential prat! loved it! :)

luz de la luna said...

Very good. It's an interesting idea. It's strange to read some other words here that are not your own. I don't think I could have a guest blogger. It's too strange. Although my blog isn#t a "personal" blog as such it's still "personal"

Hopefully that makes SOME sense :-)

- Martin

k a n u r i t e said...

Both the blogs were interesting to read yosso.. I liked the exercise that both of you set for yourself..

small squirrel said...

prat, baby, you rock my whole damned world. I say that with not a hint of hyperbole. you. freaking. rock.

"You see with absolute lucidity all that you are losing.
I loved you so much.You are the sum of all that my life has been.
Of happiness, tears, blankness, abruptness, blushes, warmth, euphoria and everything in between.
Step in.
Choose not to slip.
Between the platform and the train."

hot damn.

also... very good idea. love it. you can write as a gues on my blog any day you want :))

Sudarshan said...

In both the posts I loved the opening lines..very thought provoking. As Jess said, you two should do this more often..and maybe change the profession ;).

Prat said...

.:a:., glad you liked the idea.

Rajesh, yeah we should all do a lot more of writing exercises. Atleast wen you have them. Writing blocks. Thanks for the approval!

Wbix, I like the reain for saying a lot of things. Buh byes, arrivals, getting there and sometimes just about the journey. Am glad you liked it.

Vasu, thanks for stopping by. Will try...

Gulnaz, thanks lady! Love it when people use " quintessential" !

Martin,
Yes, you made a lot of sense.
It helped both Uber and I get some writing done, so guess it worked for us. Thanks for letting us know.

Kanurite, thankyou.

Squirrel, hee. Thanks a zillion. And it would be an honour to write on yours as well. Thankyou, once again.

Sudarshan, glad you liked it. He came up with both of them, btw.

d.K.m said...

a puddle of incomprehensible emotion.. subtle and deep this post has struck within me a bell that rings loud but makes no sound..

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