The Miscellany Manifesto

Random Musings of a Transient Soul





Rip. Tide.

Just like that, the hand of something large, something momentous and unfathomable, not seen but merely felt, like time or fate, comes over and picks you up from wherever you might be to deposit you to where it deems it is suddenly, unfairly, fair for you to be next. Like the needle abruptly shifting from one record to another, or a drop of ink sucked up and dropped into a clear bowl of water, the newness is sudden and whole. Everything just changes without the need for explanations, dues and pretenses of fair and unfair.


The poetry of past patterns jerked into new designs, cars swerving into each other's lanes, trains jumping tracks. Before you've blinked and your senses have come to their senses, the warp and weft of the net that holds you everyday has ripped and you've fallen through. The edges of everything blur, so new, unrecognizable. And before you know it, the edges of You blur too and you can recognize neither yourself nor where it was you fell from.



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At 9:53 AM, Blogger The_Wanderer said...

"And before you know it, the edges of You blur too and you can recognize neither yourself nor where it was you fell from. "

...true.    



At 11:02 AM, Blogger Arvind Gangadhar said...

Khoop Chhaan aahet....no clue what you are talking about but nevertheless, khoop chhaan aahet :) Loved the "before your senses come to their senses" bit    



At 5:10 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

...Like when you dive from a hot summer afternoon into a pool of icy cold water with the air bubbles rushing upwards.

The best kind of writing: The kind which makes you want to write about it as well.    



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