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My Appointment with the Sadhu
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Black Piranha
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Unlettered
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Black Piranha (Diary Series)
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“Neemai sat in silence. These were plenty of delicate issues, and the tiniest careless assumption could throw him into the whirlwind of sentimentality. He had speculated an inkling of Scarlet Amorin’s fate, the experience of the world had whispered that something terrible had happened in the house. As for the culprit of the fate, he dared not to guess.
Matters of the family tend to be the most frangible affairs, as he had rightly absorbed from his observations in quietude. Things would have been easier if those were in black and white, but it is rather in shades of glaucous and grey, and any reckoning is as good as guesstimate.
While his brain reasoned and warned to tread carefully, his heart yearned to hold the Rosie of his imagination. Her pain was in his imagination, he knew that, and it was well past. In real life, it would have been unbearable for her.”
― Unlettered
Matters of the family tend to be the most frangible affairs, as he had rightly absorbed from his observations in quietude. Things would have been easier if those were in black and white, but it is rather in shades of glaucous and grey, and any reckoning is as good as guesstimate.
While his brain reasoned and warned to tread carefully, his heart yearned to hold the Rosie of his imagination. Her pain was in his imagination, he knew that, and it was well past. In real life, it would have been unbearable for her.”
― Unlettered
“In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.’
Chaos has definitely been a part of Rosie’s life, Neemai brooded, and more than her share. But by that logic, he would also have to believe in an order of things.
Philosophically, he knew things happen for a reason, including misfortune, but that was not the problem. He felt that things take a strange twist when we try to integrate real life into philosophy. There is a persisting truth and a gnawing cynicism lingering on the opposite ends of a seesaw, each trying to put more weight and express its existence.
The seesaw is rarely in balance – it comes parallel to the ground briefly – and that is the rare moment we are truly happy and at peace. These moments of balance were like a rare phenomenon and he could almost remember those few days in his life. Recently, those days were ones spent wondering about Rosie.”
― Unlettered
Chaos has definitely been a part of Rosie’s life, Neemai brooded, and more than her share. But by that logic, he would also have to believe in an order of things.
Philosophically, he knew things happen for a reason, including misfortune, but that was not the problem. He felt that things take a strange twist when we try to integrate real life into philosophy. There is a persisting truth and a gnawing cynicism lingering on the opposite ends of a seesaw, each trying to put more weight and express its existence.
The seesaw is rarely in balance – it comes parallel to the ground briefly – and that is the rare moment we are truly happy and at peace. These moments of balance were like a rare phenomenon and he could almost remember those few days in his life. Recently, those days were ones spent wondering about Rosie.”
― Unlettered
“Neemai wasn’t sure whether it was the beautiful sunset or the liveliness of the place that was warming a little fire in his heart. He even smiled at the kids as they started a row again, only to know that it wouldn’t last more than a minute. Neemai’s smile was unfeigned, unlike the ones he faked in the office. Perhaps Lady Destiny was watching him as an irony of fate, an ice cream rickshaw selling ‘Dinkum Ice Cream’ sounded a bell.
The sound of the bell took his mindfulness away from the kids. He turned and looked at the ice cream rickshaw painted in red and yellow, immediately hit with the recollection of the school days. Just like the rest of the boys, he would save the change to buy the ice cream sticks. It was cheapest on the menu and tasted little better than flavoured ice, but the excitement of slurping the cola and orange sticks and laughing as each other’s lips got washed in the colours of the flavor was incomparable. The joy was simple, and absolute.
Ice creams have brought more goodwill to the world than all the peace meetings, he thought musing at the delight that the ice cream rickshaw allured among the park people. There are certain things we become unconsciously aware of even when we are not looking at it. Everybody was aware of its presence, and like the sun that was going down, the ice cream rickshaw made its presence known.”
― Unlettered
The sound of the bell took his mindfulness away from the kids. He turned and looked at the ice cream rickshaw painted in red and yellow, immediately hit with the recollection of the school days. Just like the rest of the boys, he would save the change to buy the ice cream sticks. It was cheapest on the menu and tasted little better than flavoured ice, but the excitement of slurping the cola and orange sticks and laughing as each other’s lips got washed in the colours of the flavor was incomparable. The joy was simple, and absolute.
Ice creams have brought more goodwill to the world than all the peace meetings, he thought musing at the delight that the ice cream rickshaw allured among the park people. There are certain things we become unconsciously aware of even when we are not looking at it. Everybody was aware of its presence, and like the sun that was going down, the ice cream rickshaw made its presence known.”
― Unlettered
“Neemai wasn’t sure whether it was the beautiful sunset or the liveliness of the place that was warming a little fire in his heart. He even smiled at the kids as they started a row again, only to know that it wouldn’t last more than a minute. Neemai’s smile was unfeigned, unlike the ones he faked in the office. Perhaps Lady Destiny was watching him as an irony of fate, an ice cream rickshaw selling ‘Dinkum Ice Cream’ sounded a bell.
The sound of the bell took his mindfulness away from the kids. He turned and looked at the ice cream rickshaw painted in red and yellow, immediately hit with the recollection of the school days. Just like the rest of the boys, he would save the change to buy the ice cream sticks. It was cheapest on the menu and tasted little better than flavoured ice, but the excitement of slurping the cola and orange sticks and laughing as each other’s lips got washed in the colours of the flavor was incomparable. The joy was simple, and absolute.
Ice creams have brought more goodwill to the world than all the peace meetings, he thought musing at the delight that the ice cream rickshaw allured among the park people. There are certain things we become unconsciously aware of even when we are not looking at it. Everybody was aware of its presence, and like the sun that was going down, the ice cream rickshaw made its presence known.”
― Unlettered
The sound of the bell took his mindfulness away from the kids. He turned and looked at the ice cream rickshaw painted in red and yellow, immediately hit with the recollection of the school days. Just like the rest of the boys, he would save the change to buy the ice cream sticks. It was cheapest on the menu and tasted little better than flavoured ice, but the excitement of slurping the cola and orange sticks and laughing as each other’s lips got washed in the colours of the flavor was incomparable. The joy was simple, and absolute.
Ice creams have brought more goodwill to the world than all the peace meetings, he thought musing at the delight that the ice cream rickshaw allured among the park people. There are certain things we become unconsciously aware of even when we are not looking at it. Everybody was aware of its presence, and like the sun that was going down, the ice cream rickshaw made its presence known.”
― Unlettered
“Nevertheless, a love that is so deep, bears deeper wounds. The intangible scars on his heart pained more for he never expressed it. But repressed emotions run around as man’s unconscious decides, and since it was not being given its due, it heaved him into a deep well. Outside, it manifested as an abnormally reticent personality.”
― Unlettered
― Unlettered
“The Arab shows them greater respect than we. He writes on every letter lnsha-allah, "If it please God," for only then will the letter arrive. In spite of our reluctance to admit chance, and in spite of the fact that events run true to general laws, it is undeniable that we are always and everywhere exposed to incalculable accidents. And what is more invisible and arbitrary than chance? What is more unavoidable and more annoying?
- Carl Jung”
― Unlettered
- Carl Jung”
― Unlettered
