Math has tagged me.
I am thinking about… everything yet nothing.
I said…"Just let go"
I want to… find things to keep me occupied for 2 weeks
I wish…that I have no more wishes
I hear… unrestrained laughter
I wonder… why?
I regret… to be alive when 3 of my siblings died
I am ..what I am.
I dance… when I am alone
I sing…when I listen to my favorite song
I cry… very rarely
I am not always… in the mood.
I make with my hands… food, love and joy.
I write… junk
I confuse… dreams and reality
I need… peace
And finally… I tag…N, Prathiba and Nas
Friday, September 29, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Dear Sister...
Dear Sister,
It feels odd to write a letter to you. It always feels so. It’s weird that I am doing this. I am sure that you will not read this. But there is a distant possibility. I know no other medium which has a remote possibility of reaching you. This one has. The other day I read that some of the data on the net is sent over space as part of the search for life beyond earth.
I love you.
I don’t think I will ever be able to tell you this in person. But I have to. From the time that I knew you, I am fascinated. I have asked a million questions about you. I have tried different places to have a glimpse of you. You did not leave any traces behind. I don’t think you had enough time.
I know 3 months is a very short time. Did you know who your Mom and Dad were? I know you were in a lot of pain from when you were born. Did Earth give you at least one moment of joy in your short stay?
Did you know that you had a brother who was blissfully playing when you were struggling with death? May be you will know.
It was fun being the youngest. If you were there, I could have passed on some of the fun.
Why were you born if you had to just die?
The meaning of life is life itself. If that was not achieved, why were you born?
But I know that you tried. You tried hard.
It feels odd to write a letter to you. It always feels so. It’s weird that I am doing this. I am sure that you will not read this. But there is a distant possibility. I know no other medium which has a remote possibility of reaching you. This one has. The other day I read that some of the data on the net is sent over space as part of the search for life beyond earth.
I love you.
I don’t think I will ever be able to tell you this in person. But I have to. From the time that I knew you, I am fascinated. I have asked a million questions about you. I have tried different places to have a glimpse of you. You did not leave any traces behind. I don’t think you had enough time.
I know 3 months is a very short time. Did you know who your Mom and Dad were? I know you were in a lot of pain from when you were born. Did Earth give you at least one moment of joy in your short stay?
Did you know that you had a brother who was blissfully playing when you were struggling with death? May be you will know.
It was fun being the youngest. If you were there, I could have passed on some of the fun.
Why were you born if you had to just die?
The meaning of life is life itself. If that was not achieved, why were you born?
But I know that you tried. You tried hard.
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