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Walls between gardens.

When I got back to my apartment, I was drenched in rain. For a split second I contemplated whether I should press the blinking light on my answering machine or run for the towel. The voice of Mrs. Warrior at full blast from the recorder stopped me even before I reached half way across to my restroom.

-The bitch dumped her.

Ohh no. I was anyway going to be wet again, so forget the towel, I made for my car.

-Reshmi Pillai Smillai. She dumped our Poorni for that Seema Shameless character.
So Mrs. Warrior knew about Reshmi all along! and I thought that it was a secret that I shared with Poornima.
-What does this Smillai think about herself? the Saali kutti doesn't even know how to say a proper Namaste. Carrom board kahin ka.
-Mrs. Warrior, all this time, I mean, you knew about Poornima and Reshmi?
-Hell'o, (her south indian accent was breaking in) if i did not know where my Poorni's interests lay, who would. I knew from the time she ditched Ryan that she was in search of love... and when Reshmi came along, it all fell in place for our precious Poorni.

I couldn't believe this. Mrs. Warrior was now way up there in the coolness scale.

-Where is she now?
-Mone,(Son) she is upstairs, why dont you go talk to her a little.

I could hear the sound of my throbbing heart through my drenched shirt as i walked up the stairs. Usually this house used to be a noisy cacophony. Non stop foot stomping bhajans from the kitchen and 70s hindi from the garage. Noise made conversation so much simpler; if i did'nt come up with something to say, i would just listen to the music for a while, or i would try the usual- "I love this song". It never went by without someone else exclaiming "Me too!"

Poornima was sitting on her bed clutching a pillow. I could see a crumpled mass in her fingers. As i took the photo from her hands, she held my hand.
-I never felt this way before, with Ryan or with the other boys I've been with. This somehow hurts a lot more. Then she stopped and smiled. As you said - Sadness is a wall.

-Yeah, Sadness is but a wall between gardens.

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At June 20, 2004 at 11:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

This one and the passive digressive piece your wrote are pretty good reads :) the way you are writing, it does seem as though you need multiple blogs! a tech blog, a book review blog and a short story blog. Also, why don't you post a list of your all time favorite books?

At June 21, 2004 at 10:09 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice :-)

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At June 21, 2004 at 10:56 PM, Blogger mr said...

Good Idea. I should have a list of my all time favs, I guess I have to 1. come up with the list 2. figure out a way to sqeeze it into the layout.

At June 21, 2004 at 11:34 PM, Blogger Ravages said...

Hi! So totally off the track. Can't help it though

Thanks for blogrolling me (yeesh! what a word, blogrolling)

Anyways, thanks for the link. Will reciprocate soon.

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