[In continuation]
If Anant and Kavya had met each other in the age when the universe revolves around the back pages of a notebook, they might have considered briefly playing noughts and crosses. Or perhaps not. Ink can be put to better uses.
Looking at shadows Kavya realizes that the on some days shadows are far clearer than objects. The details that Anant remembers from when she was 17 are shocking. For their clarity. Things about herself that she has already forgotten. The sum total of the memory of “the other” seems greater than the memory of the self. She writes on a yellow post-it that keeps slumping downwards.
“You remember more of me than I remember of myself”.
Hi – I am visiting your blog for the very first time. I chanced upon it after I typed “Gurgaon” on the search engine, your blog was the first few ones to show up. So I have just read your post on Gurgaon and enjoyed it. I have a lot of anxiety for this city and just cannot digest the way it is lauded by the newspapers. Actually I shifted my residence to Gurgaon a few months ago. Also I want to leave a note – that your blog is very nice :)
indeed. very:-)
Nice and just a bit scary! :)
you remember more of me than i remember of myself
it wouldnt hurt if it was not a memory that is not useful now, a memory that would let you not do what you want to do now.
sometimes one is so deep in delusions that the reality can be extremely harsh to the senses, that is when the “other’s” memory comes in, sometimes to serve just as a pre-event, sometimes to pre-vent. though it is pitiful that one is in such a state, this too has that weird sense of pain filled with pleasure.
ambrosia and nevermind: thanks :)
primalsoup: Scary? *cough*
sudha: It took me a minute to understand what you were saying but that single line it wouldnt hurt if it was not a memory that is not useful now spoke volumes.
This memory of the other – it clears up one’s own guilt or refreshes own’s memory of guile.
oh, i forgot the “clearing up guilt” purpose. yeah, but those moments of deluded guilt are rare in my life, so. but trust you to cover all bases :)
how are ya, btw? am so buried at work that I never seem to be able to converse during the week.
I bet you are not reading this, since there are some half a dozen posts after this one, but a clarification seemed to be in order!
The “scary” was in reference to the last line, ‘You remember…’
But in hindsight, scary is not really the right word. Disconcerting – may be?
This is why I must never leave comments! :)
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