tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282401.post109017230650505820..comments2022-10-21T18:45:11.513+00:00Comments on The Unadulterated Cat: WORK IN PROGRESS cont'dAnita Sivakumaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00598331604869665881noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282401.post-1090259368887123692004-07-19T17:49:00.000+00:002004-07-19T17:49:00.000+00:00Polka Chaddi,
At some point I hope you find the ti...Polka Chaddi,<br />At some point I hope you find the time to really put your views on paper, not in the form of a story, but more in terms of what you are against. <br />I am really looking forward to that. In the mean time, I must say your blog is really inspiring, in terms of the effort you have been putting to express yourself. <br />loads of love<br />PrabsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282401.post-1090188974868918472004-07-18T22:16:00.000+00:002004-07-18T22:16:00.000+00:00Thought of ignoring your request for something I w...Thought of ignoring your request for something I wrote, did so merrily for over a week - till I read your recent posting; felt I ought to thank you for letting me read what you write. My life levitates around material poverty - hence kindly accept payment in words:<br /><br />As I wake up, the first thing I do is look around, but there isn't anyone there, as always. It's like a sign; one day, truly, there really won't be anyone there. Of course the smells would still exist, the ghosts of ancient cigarette buds, forbidden laughter, and hidden laughter will all be there, put in crevices I will never find, and singing into an echo I will always hear. Almost like magic. What I see isn't what really is. So I wake up, easily, like a brave raindrop ready to smash into the ground, but this time, the water spit is alone, no brothers, no sisters, not even the wind to guide. Once I am up, and I walk beyond my air, and into the silence, a smile has formed. I believe the legend is true - raindrops do chuckle before they dive into the earth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com