The Miscellany Manifesto

Random Musings of a Transient Soul





Manana

Another year of longing begins. A new year and new faces abound. The sky is still the same brilliant blue, the canal steps just as eager to receive our musings, the pathways as keen to nurture new love, the little hushed spaces between the talk as quiet with new secrets as with the old. They discover our private corners- bustle in wanting to make them their own. They discover the familiar joys of grass between the toes, a cold bench at 3am and the warmth of a good conversation that can linger for a good few days.
For us, old pleasures are rediscovered. We savour things with added keenness as the piquancy of loss becomes sharper on our tongues. We will abandon this home soon, and this home will abandon us quite readily. Our memories will fade as newer faces rise and set. Soon, we will leave. After all, eight months are nothing at all.
Still. There is much to be done. This is our little harbour for the coming months and we anchor ourselves here for now. The wide open sea and the big beyond of all the tomorrows, the manana, awaits us. But for now, our anchors have fallen deep and steady.

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At 12:50 AM, Blogger Nikita Merchant & Sriharsh Mallela said...

How we changed over here, haven't we? This place might end up influencing me for a long period in my life.    



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