And the world we know is slowly and inevitably dying around us, leaving in its wake a trail of coffee-stained evenings.
Nostalgia curling up comfortably over old,half-forgotten memories.
Endings are so scattered and abrupt, like blown-out paper bags suddenly bursting into pieces. Leaving scraps of torn paper for the ragpicker to collect.
8 comments:
Why why do you write SO well?
Seriously.
I'm jealous.
@storyteller and MB
Pfuit!
btw, I didn't know this blog existed. I was only aware of the grin without etc. just came upon this. like finding a long lost russian folk tales book in a second hand book shop. that is to say, happily surprised and grateful.
@Kittycat
:)
dushtu meye ;)
"Endings are so scattered and abrupt, like blown-out paper bags suddenly bursting into pieces. Leaving scraps of torn paper for the ragpicker to collect."
- Boro bhaalo. Ish, I think I'm falling in lurve :P
Still I would say my favourite posts are the one on Leh, and 'Monsoon'. :)
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