Friday, May 18, 2012

I shall write our story backwards.
From our meeting on that rainy afternoon in July,
you preparing to leave me, I
preparing to leave this city.
To the recurring Thursday evenings
when all that mattered was teenage angst
and Shakespeare.

Writing about us is
easy
except that moments
should be panoramic,
like a view of Paris from a hotel room
on a sepia-tinted afternoon.
Instead they are like life, Warholesque, -
the spaces in between everything else.
Like a city caught between too many people.


I shall write our story backwards.
That is the only way
I can un-remember it.

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- Because forgetting was never an option.
   Calcutta, India.                                                                                                18th May, 2012.

9 comments:

  1. These are by far THE most lovely lines I have read in the longest time :)

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  2. there's something in me that bawled inside me reading this.
    "Like a city caught between too many people."-beautiful!

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  3. This really is beautiful, heart-breakingly so.

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  4. somebody had put the link of this post as a status on gchat and I randomly clicked on it.
    Worth it. Very beautifully written and feelings portrayed!

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