I stood there, alone, with my hands wrapped around me, huddled against myself, as the bitter cold, like a shearing knife, cut though each layer of my padding, surgically, and seeped past my skin and clawed into my bones, making me a prisoner in my own self.
As I stood there, just outside that blue door and about to knock, I remembered that this was the third time I was here. Third time’s a charm. Hopefully.
Still landscape rushed past me.
Everything that was supposed to stay unmoved - the fields, the trees, the houses - whizzed past me. Their stillness no longer applied. Farther away, near the horizon, the hills appeared as if they wanted to remain with me. But, only an illusion, it turned out to be, and the distant hills, too, distanced themselves from me.
Adapted from Richard Rogers's and Lorenz Hart's My Funny Valentine.
There are many various beautiful versions of this eternal song. Here is a humble adaptation.
A paper clip walks into a bar and the bartender says, "What's gotten you so wound up?"
"All the sheets I have to deal with every single day", the clip replies.
I could hear the faint crackling sounds that made themselves heard over the hustle of Boston city life. They were soft in a way that make me wonder whether they are real or something I, falsely, keep imagining. I could also feel the gentle warmth that careened over the glass edges and came to rest on my fingers, letting me know that I am not alone. I could smell, almost even taste, the fragrance that is being set free, which as a gesture of gratitude, is filling my room as well as my lungs with a delicate mixture of strawberries and coconuts.
Sell down the river
One the stories in the bible, the old testament, is about Joseph. Well, there are many but one among them is related to a dream that Joseph (this first one and not Jesus's father) has, a dream in which he was reigning over his brothers, all older than him.
Long long ago, there as a kingdom. And then, things happened. After the things happened, the Panchatantra (meaning The Five Philosophies) was written. This is first book ever that had animals talking similar to how humans do. Yep, in a way, this book is the precursor for almost all the Disney movies.
The state of Rajasthan stretches hotly, dryly, through the north of India. The name translates, literally, to the land of kings. In some respects, it comes across as a land of kings; it is surely a land of Men.
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Back in late 1800s/early 1900s, (I am guessing) in NY, there were quite a few multi-storeyed homes and each home had, as you can expect, a family. In those old days, the men used to work and the women stayed at home. How surprising!