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Manoj Kumar Panda
“A strange thought crossed my mind as I ate. Suppose you had been butchered and diced and served in place of the chicken, would you taste as good? I believed that eaten in this way, one can completely merge the beloved's body into his own. The soul too—if there is one—mingles with the lover's soul in the same manner. Can there be a more convincing way to prove love? I have heard that Salvador Dali ate his pet rabbit in this manner. The creature's blood, flesh and marrow, its very soul, merged with his.”
― One Thousand Days in a Refrigerator
― One Thousand Days in a Refrigerator
“How spontaneously does a baby insert his thumb into his mouth and fill that blank space.
The emptiness of the heavens can be filled in by assigning God residence.
The emptiness of space can be filled with a satellite.
The empty womb with seed.
The empty tomb with a corpse.
The empty pyramid with a coffin.
The empty desert with pyramids.
The game of planting words on the blank pages of a newspaper can be played on and on, for ever.
The game of filling in the blank spaces on the hit-list of a terrorist group.
The game of filling an empty gun with bullets.
The game of razing a city to the ground with a bulldozer.”
― One Thousand Days in a Refrigerator
The emptiness of the heavens can be filled in by assigning God residence.
The emptiness of space can be filled with a satellite.
The empty womb with seed.
The empty tomb with a corpse.
The empty pyramid with a coffin.
The empty desert with pyramids.
The game of planting words on the blank pages of a newspaper can be played on and on, for ever.
The game of filling in the blank spaces on the hit-list of a terrorist group.
The game of filling an empty gun with bullets.
The game of razing a city to the ground with a bulldozer.”
― One Thousand Days in a Refrigerator
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