It's entirely there, nowhere near going away. I found a message 'Ei kagoj porchhi' and what we had came rushing back in a torrent, the enormity of what is lost. It is indeed as if a limb has been chopped off. You have never known how to live without it. How to be 27, say, and not be that way.
It is not like baba. Not like a parent. It is a six-feet tall flesh and blood, a chest of hair, a pair of glasses. And then I remind myself, again, that it was also unanswered affections, silences, being left standing in the middle of the road, being a coward, again and again... moral turpitude?
In total, maybe not such a bad bargain.
I saw an article: on singlehood being seen as an abnormality when more and more people are voluntarily choosing to be single. I think it's stupid. Right now, I really want someone to love, but the person has to be someone I want to be with. I won't settle for drain water because I am thirsty, hence I am single. It's not an ideological position, really. Who voluntarily eschews company they enjoy?
It is not like baba. Not like a parent. It is a six-feet tall flesh and blood, a chest of hair, a pair of glasses. And then I remind myself, again, that it was also unanswered affections, silences, being left standing in the middle of the road, being a coward, again and again... moral turpitude?
In total, maybe not such a bad bargain.
I saw an article: on singlehood being seen as an abnormality when more and more people are voluntarily choosing to be single. I think it's stupid. Right now, I really want someone to love, but the person has to be someone I want to be with. I won't settle for drain water because I am thirsty, hence I am single. It's not an ideological position, really. Who voluntarily eschews company they enjoy?
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