Sunday, November 18, 2007

incoherence

i did a strange thing today. i stretched myself on the , shiny emerald green floor and felt the metallic -cold of the cement against my palms ,my cheeks, my shorts-clad bare legs, i felt the warmth of blood seep in, i put my ear against it and heard the throbbing of four generations of hearts, i heard the far away din of 72 long years of laughter,conversations, fights and weepings, i saw fleeting glimpses of births, deaths, marriages, funerals, jhulons, saraswati pujos...i whispered to my house and it whispered back, and then i kissed the floor and asked for its forgiveness, for i am powerless to stop what is going to happen to my home...i feel like a hypocritical,two-faced,lying,conniving,snivelling,spineless bitch...four poster beds look incongruous in cramped,two roomed, low ceilinged flats....i am sorry,i am sorry...

5 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

dhur sala! :(

1:12 AM  
Blogger La Figlia Che Piange said...

But why? =(
Purono bari KOTO shundor hoy. Rekhe de na.

1:20 AM  
Blogger March Hare said...

ouch!
you hit it where it hurts.

amar puronotao bhanga hobe. uthoner jaygay, they want balconies!

5:28 AM  
Blogger Deepanjan Ghosh said...

amar ta bodh hoy jotheshto purono hoy ni ekhono.......and when the time comes i think it'll just collapse on it's own!!!

5:48 PM  
Blogger Madhura said...

you know, though i rant all the time about demolishing/promoting purono bari...i secretly fancy the rundown purono baris the most...like bedi house opp RKM (which has now been completely destroyed to make way for a shopping mall and flats)and i feel rather guilty about this

7:46 PM  

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