07 September 2008
1:16 PM
Japanese feasts with my family
always make me think;
as if the answers to laughter and farewell lie in sashimi and soy sauce.
I keep thinking that if the plates get stacked any higher they'll collapse
like the tower of Babel, but they never do.
And I will wonder if i am actually relieved or regretful.
People count down, and count down again.
almost as if their depleting numbers could measure
the depth or width or volumetric reality of
the apprehension.
Being
Engulfed by a big wave of Reminiscence that seems to be
appropriate for the occasion of leaving.
"How does a square peg fit into a round space."
Why should it try?
we will weep because we cannot estimate the imbalance between
the finality of goodbye and the briefness of the last moment.
desai says.
n she will be right. it is not the first time i've sent someone off.
but i never fail to tear
(while trying not to oversentimentalise)
it is because the future is always catching up; and it leaves me out of breath,
literally
to find that yesterday is, was so far away.
