By the time you were born, much had already been decided – The names of places. The colour of things. The names of colours. (Why is red called red and not ‘pefit’?) The twenty six letters. And their symbols. The seven musical notes. And their sounds. The Charter, The Constitution, The Act and The Law. The code of ethics. The rules of grammar. The grammar of love. The figures of speech. The metaphors of life. The aesthetics of realism. That E is equal to mc2. The demand and supply theory. The indifference curve. Things that are good for us. Things that are bad for them. The capital of
The answers to the big questions.
Sepia toned photographs?
A last name?
A book?
Or a song?
A path-breaking research paper?
8 comments:
The 27th letter of the alphabet has been found, hawkmoon. As well as the 288th. And all of them in between. But they cannot be woven into words, songs, poems, odes, lamenting lullabies or happy hankering by everyone.
Well said. They are all anonymous. Just like the donor of this thought wishes to be. Ironic?
Nah.
yes, true. hawkmoon. true. but there is a certain beauty in the anonymous that is markedly absent in cognito.
Na?
Nice piece.
i am really not qualified to give anyone anything. i just want to leave behind little memories. fragments. shards. in people's hearts and minds.
"the time he said that..."
and just hope they laugh. or smile. perhaps even cry.
you leave the most beautiful trail of words. ever.
i've checked this space often in the past few months. was pleasantly rewarded this evening. i'm learning to take right now. giving seems a long way off :)
I've always wanted to be able to see a new colour! :D
Shagun you are mysterious! I wish i spent the time i had with you trying to know you better...
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