Friday, May 1, 2009
gathering evidence...
i would rather keep my bed unkempt.....my clothes scattered all around.....my wet towel all rolled up and moistening the bed spread......the shavings of crayons from a crazy picture i made the previous night...half-read books piling up near the pillow i never use for the purpose it was invented for.......my little chikoos always upside down and within arm's reach.....and the little alarm clock pressed to the bed.......and alongwith these, pens, pencils, week-old-newspapers, the iron, my favourite lilac comb, the moisturiser, the sunscreen, wallet and bills all tossed in......i wouldn't change one thing.......for these are proofs that point to my existence, bits of evidence more concrete than the wisps of air i inhale and exhale......
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'proof of your existence'...hmmm..that's a swanky way of describing a mess :) but being one of a similar ilk i wouldn't disagree with your mode of thought!
poetic. but a little talkative.
sarika,
you can make it cute...
As much as I like to see a clean room honey, I find comfort in plonking myself among the piles of messinesss.its almost as if they are the anchors of my life...they are proof of the fact that I have a life..
Donno if im making any sense but yeah..that's what i felt when i was reading this post.
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