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December 28, 2007

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings, Fiction, Life, Travel, Uncategorized.
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Medea started her journey with a sandwich and a cupcake. She had been told to take the second right turn home, but on the way she realized she didn’t know what home was. She had forgotten, just like the way-oops, sorry, no parallel here. She stopped by the wayside at a quarter to twelve, just as she had been told, and ate her cupcake. The sandwich she preserved for her four o’clock snack, unlike what she had been told.

Medea’s one significant characteristic was that she had none. Wait, this is quite like one of the bagful of storyteller’s clichés. What would be more accurate, would be that Medea could stand in the middle of the street and no one would see her. You know, quite like how spies and detectives fashion themselves, except in her case, no fashioning was required. She just was. And she knew it. What she felt about it was anybody’s guess, for she never told.

Yap yap, yappity yap. Medea fed the last of her cupcake to the scraggly little puppy that stood before her, wagging its dot of a tail.

“Where to, scruffy?” She asked.

“Wait; what am I doing? I’m talking to a dog. I never talk to things. Except myself, quite like what I’m doing right now, but that’s besides the point.” Hm.

She stood up, dusted the meagre crumbs into a heap where Scruffy could get at it, and watched as Scruffy was joined by other little scruffies.

“Quite a happy family,” she said, and her mood darkened.

Country roaaad…take me hommee…she sang in her head.

Four o’clock came, and she sat under the same tree and ate her sandwich. She noted discontentedly that it was a vegetable sandwich, and an average one at that.

Take the second right turn home, but where was home?       

“I do not have amnesia, no. Atleast not like how it is in the movies.” She remembered her name, and she knew she remembered the reason behind her name, except it was as if the knowledge was hiding behind a stone wall. Sometimes she wanted to claw at that wall, but it was never any good.

Home…she had secretly looked up the dictionary meaning of it, but the words did not ring any bells. She knew she had people who were close to her; there was a tiered system of affection, and home had something to do with that.

She knew her world was closing in on her, and she knew her mind was collapsing in on itself. A boulder rolling down a hill, closing in on her. A boulder bouncing like a ping pong ball, with her strapped to the table.

The sun rose in the morning, reached its peak when she had he cupcake, and set in the distance as she settled beneath the tree.

She didn’t know where home was, but she wasn’t bothered. Someone would tell her, she knew.

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More randomness. July 9, 2007

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings, Travel.
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My eyes are burning (no,no, not with sleep; although, I wouldn’t mind some sleep either) and the holidays are ending. Is that fair, I ask you. IS THAT FAIR?

What I want right now is a big fat blob of something that looks like carrots, or papaya, and tastes like vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce. After that I want something that looks like beetroot and tastes like Supreme’s pretend pikniks. And after THAT, I want some tapioca chips that look and taste like tapioca chips.

I never did that Kerala post,now, did I? I guess things like this must be done in the josh of the moment. Not that I am any less happy about the trip now, but the excitement has settled into a calm oh-that-was-good-can’t-wait-to-go-back-when-I-go-backpacking-in-a-year kind of feeling. Anyway, had I done the kerala post, I would have mentioned Tapioca chips. And Uncle John’s ice-cream. And Rasam. And porotta and chicken curry. Oh , and the Chicken 65. And the friendly people. And the shops selling school bags (everywhere, and I mean everywhere, we went, we saw shops selling colourful little schoolbags. No matter how small the town/townlet…if there’s a shop, it will sell a school bag. Incidentally, I picked up a new backpack for myself. Its green and black with orange toggles.*Sigh*) And the men with moustaches…in the entire trip, I saw two men who didn’t have moustaches. One was an eighty year old uncle who probably couldn’t grow any more hair, and a nepali lad. EVERYBODY else had a moustache.

Shee, I really must get to college. This post shall be added to later.

Kerala July 3, 2007

Posted by K in Photos/artwork, Travel.
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I like this one. Its not a particularly good shot or frame, but the promise of the bricks is appealing. The sun and the trees throw shadows on it. You can see missing bricks in one corner…you know something will be built. In fact, something is already being built.

(The thumbnail option isn’t enabled for some reason…)

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And this one calls itself ‘In-limbo’ : )

(I don’t know why the thumbnail option isn’t popping up when I’m inserting the photos…it should, shouldn’t it? Till my green-fingeredness persists, do bear with me. Click on the pic for a full version :-))

Have a Nice Day January 16, 2007

Posted by K in Travel.
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Since wordpress doesn’t come equipped with a voice that orders visitors to” have a nice day,the office will be locked till monday”, I must do the job. Heh. I’m off to Amritsar with friends ( 😀 ), hopefully my writer’s block will disappear by then. I’ve started on a story which I’d like to pick up on. Soon. The soon-to-be-endless-supply of butter chicken and kababs had better have the desired effect!!