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Streets

A man leaves the world

and the streets he lived on

grow a little shorter.



One more window dark

in this city, the figs on his branches

will soften for birds.



If we stand quietly enough evenings

there grows a whole company of us

standing quietly together.

overhead loud grackles are claiming their trees  

and the sky which sews and sews, tirelessly sewing,

drops her purple hem.

Each thing in its time, in its place,

it would be nice to think the same about people.



Some people do. They sleep completely,

waking refreshed. Others live in two worlds,

the lost and remembered.

They sleep twice, once for the one who is gone,

once for themselves. They dream thickly,

dream double, they wake from a dream

into another one, they walk the short streets

calling out names, and then they answer.



From Words Under the Words: Selected Poems by  Naomi Shihab Nye

Miss you G. Mostly through second-hand memories and that one time you
and A made me sigh like that.

Notes to Myself

1. Having a reunion of sorts.
2. Discovering I have a very specific multiple personality disorder. Will it affect the rest of my life?
3. Tching.

and life goes on

(Waiting outside a class that I bunked, preparing for my group’s Indian Economy presentation on ‘Tax Reforms in India’, no less! )

Yesterday, we formally part(i)ed from our seniors at the Taj. Was nice - plush carpet, dim golden lighting … They played Euphoria’s ‘Ab na ja’ during the flash presentation. If it were my farewell, I think I’d have begun crying – keeping in mind the kajal of course. (PS: How the hell is one supposed to apply mascara? It feels like your eyelid’s been weighed down by a ton of icky black goo. Wiping it off made me look like a cancer patient, but I think I managed decently. (to wipe it off i.e., not my new non-existent tumor).

There were some things that kinda put me off, but overall it’s an event I’ll remember for a number of reasons … none of which I can disclose here :D The ride back home was uncomfortable, not physically, but because I was sitting between two people who’d just had a quarrel. Irony sure got a kick from everything that was happening. She’s mean! She makes people cry! Humph.

Why do people and relationships have to so complicated? I want a kitten! :'(