Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Windy

As I sit and rewrite about the who’s-who of industry associations in India, all I can feel is air getting sucked out of my stomach. There are also the clouds roaring outside. The sky seems awfully bright for that kind of weather.

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I have loved you from my heart and hated from even deeper inside, but your suffering has always made me uncomfortable. I know you do not need me or want me to do anything for you, but I truly wish you find peace again. I hated your face, but I guess I was unknowingly happy to know that you were happy.
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It was an odd night. There was no pretence. But being in the moment, and only in the moment, has never done me any good. Maybe I should retract. But how come it is a struggle already.

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