Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Confession 16

Some memories linger on, most often intruding than adding to a sense of nostalgia or delight, while others almost imperceptibly flicker by giving one the impression of a candleflame in a mellow breeze. And of course, there are those that can't be explained.

I looked into his eyes with a grin on my face, maybe even with a twinge of scorn lacing the corner of my mouth, and said -- "Have I ever told you that your eyes are the colour of sewage water running in the big drain in my area...?"

"Yeah?!? Thanks man! Have I ever told you that your eyes are the colour of the hair under my armpits?"

I honestly didn't know that that would be one of the last times I ever saw those green eyes.

RIP.

And the memory flickered by...

11 comments:

Anu said...

Memories linger on.. like the over flooding sewage water on the streets...!

H said...

Well I'm glad your friend went away knowing how much you loved him.

And his green eyes.

RIP.

Malaveeka said...

Aw.

Armpit hair comparisons are the best.

:)

tangled said...

RIP why?

Anonymous said...

→ Tsu: Sometimes, yeah...

→ H: It was humour above everything else. :)

→ Mal: Okkk... Now who's perverted?

→ Tangled: Because he's no more.

→ Thief: :)

Citizen Earth said...

Esalen???
babu where are you??
howlong have i been gone??
* demands mail now!!*

Citizen Earth said...

okay i just read "-> Richard Feynman (1974)"
send mail anyway, i promise you a more than intresting reply!

Pavitra said...

YAY ur back!!! And I have loads to read.

Yea its compliements like these that are hardest to forget...

Istar Rómestámo said...

Ah! Love...
;)

Anonymous said...

→ CitizEarth: We have discussed. :)

→ Prude: I have loads to read as well. :)

→ Mith: No, just memories.

Anonymous said...

aha! drains and sewage and crapper.. sounds like some bagpiper ad..

so cool to see u back!!