Someone i hardly know remarked: you know, for your own kind.. you think too much, are unusually suspicious, tend to talk a lot but go write short little poems instead". i chukled.
i am alarmed at how gooey i have got off late since the monsoons.. perpetually fluttering eyes and dream mushing even in sticky, patchy bus rides.
these days i can manage to de-annoy myself, to be a little distracted from this squarish life and act like an anthropologist living amidst the village within myself and meticulously documenting humanity ...
p.s :)
3 comments:
of all the feelings i have come across so far that explain how ppl feel during the monsoon... "gooey" has been the most interesting one!
anthropologist....or a poet? hard to tell the difference.
@akash: the word.. nothing else fits better...
try it if u know wat it means...
p.s.. anthropology nd poetry u think they are the same things?..
i think anything and everything can be poetry! u just need to be a poet to see it! :-)
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