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You see her, quiet as a cat.
Curled into herself. Eyes soft
like feline paws. Closed, clawless
and keeping the breast from shivering.
Nothing emanates. Not even sadness.
It is then, that you realize, with
wonder, that certain people learn
to cry so bloody silently.
Posted on December 29th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
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She’s always wanted to travel.
Flipping through inherited copies
of National Geographic, this island
there and that mountain here.
By the shores of an unpronounceable
country. Or gaping at some supposed
temple built 2000 bloody years ago.
At nine though, she didn’t know
that the world at large eats mostly
meat. That apparently fish
is the same as sea weed for some.
Tired, she looks at [...]
Posted on December 27th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
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I didn’t what to expect of Taare Zameen Par. But I can tell you this, I hardly ever cry when I am watching films. I am too much of a cynic really. But I found myself sobbing a few times. (Which meant that Sri started laughing, of course.)
If the cast of the film was even [...]
Posted on December 25th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Music, Film and Art | 16 Comments »
Three days in beautiful Malta. In a lovely hotel, with a huge balcony overlooking the sea (and a casino). On the first day I said something dutifully flippant like how we were mostly lucky with our vacations. As I was saying this, we ended up waiting for an hour for our dinner to show up. [...]
Posted on December 24th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
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His love letters survived longer than their relationship. He never quite mastered the art of sleeping during lectures, and hence subjected their tender love to mundane analogies, breathlessly articulated in his letters. He once used the word soliloquy. She had to go home and look it up in the dictionary.
But it wasn’t the sheer [...]
Posted on December 17th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
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This is familiar. The clanging of small
bells, except that I remember it on
tiny feet. You and me, itching in
our silk, hungry and waiting.
For the damn wedding to be finally
over. So we could eat. Patting my
stomach, I was almost crying. You,
a year older. An inch taller.
Forbidden laddoos shine like neon
lights. The bells of your anklets [...]
Posted on December 14th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
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What is one to do when vegetables lose their character. She was prepared for the bigness of everything before moving to the US. She’d seen enough documentaries on everything being supersized and on strange gun laws. But for vegetables to be so obscenely large, and so strangely tasteless. Not that she even liked cooking too [...]
Posted on December 10th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
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