holding onto broken strings like it's something precious
0 comments Posted by muse at Thursday, January 28, 2010Many nice people dropping in and out of our journeys. Many smiles, quirks and also many wary faces. Its a trip of education and appreciation. We learned the ways of the unfortunate, shadowed their footsteps, for we could never walk in their shoes unless we lost our own pair. We see poverty in its rawest form. We now feel blessed for the home we are housed in. Despite the comical leaders and parody on the roads, we are far better off than most of them.
A new year with such travesty of new beginnings. There's no such thing as new beginning, I learn. Every beginning I realized is a continuation of the past we left hanging of left abandoned; in haste or in waste. The more we try to run from the infringement of the past, they seems to double their takes and come chasing us back around the next corner. It is sometimes so so hard to let go of what we had grown fond of. Will we ever find that replacement? Will we want that replacement? They spoke of co-dependency. Co-dependency where two parties cling on to each other despite the uneventful ending they knew of. We swagger sometimes. Sometimes we fall, sometimes we get pulled up. But that swagger is all we need to know we are not invincible.
I cant pick out that glass bead from the marbles. They all clink just the same. I want them swirling about but I dont need them the same. So fickle so fickle. When I finally decides whether I want them or not, they are all cracked and grounded to dust. Pity, oh so pity how it all ends.
And I found out another superpower of mine. I have the ability of recalling actual vocabularies even if I merely glance or heard of them only once. Like 'travesty' which I used earlier. I had never used it in my life. Dont even remember where I heard of it. But when I checked the dictionary, it actually is a word? Awesome aint it? (=
Nobody should care. It's obscene!
Sky is falling. I'm still standing. Tomorrow's coming, and I am going.
Week 1 and I am alive still, albeit waking up 630 in the morn with Sher taking 3/4 of the bed space and be being pushed to the edge. I now know how the dodo bird feel. Wait, that's not true.. Im way smarter than a dodo.
By the way, India in January is NOT hot! At all! We packed for summer and winter greeted us. The chills of Maharastra is well epitomed in pur 12 hrs train ride from Mumba to Wardha. The best awesomest jiggledy-bone shivering train ride ever. I like.
And I have been a vegetarian for 5 days now and me not dying! Amazing I know. Mebbe can tapau one of the aji here go back to cook for me XD
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