Delhi 100: Glimpses

Material Girl

It surprises me sometimes now why people are wont to make more of feelings and memories, when the only things that are actually left behind are the most material, photographs, things, places, you and me. Memories come to replace that which can no longer manifest materially. "Things" are not devoid of life, life lives through them and is lived through them. 

Companionship

I always thought that the highest form of companionship was when you could share your loneliness with someone, of being a little thing alone in this big big world. Till it struck me today that if you could share that one feeling with anyone you wouldn't really be alone would you? So much for the quest for impossibilities...

I judge.

I should not judge, yet I succumb to the unholy indulgence now and then. It bothers me not, in what finery you clad that which lies between your limbs, it is their culmination that calls out to me. For, with your hands and feet I measure my regard for you as a being of action. 

waving on

Sometimes you feel like you have been in the same place forever, that the little things keep happening, and the big ones, those big changes, those life changing events are just are not coming on.

And then for a moment you raise your head from these mundane tides and realise that those little things like small gentle waves have been taking you with them to entirely different seas, away from old shores and suns.