Archive for August, 2007

Grass, Weeds and Bush

August 31, 2007

There was nothing to watch. I surfed through channels, my old-is-gold TV crackling like old witch (if witches were meant to crackle). Same old. Some things never change. George W. Bush was making one of his faces, the smiley one, as he spoke again about his war on terrorism. ‘We have not failed…’ he says. [...]

Was I Dreaming?

August 17, 2007

Silence. There was nothing here.
The noise of traffic filled the silence that we created. Trying to converse, we flung meaningless, unspoken words at each other till we grew sick of each other.
‘I’ll be back…’ she seemed to have said.
For what and for whom, I didn’t know. Neither did I care. I should not care. I [...]

Drinking the Cyber Cafe…

August 14, 2007

I don’t usually enjoy listening to other people’s conversation. It’s a bad habit, someone said, which is not important at this point. But when words are funneled through your ears, it’s difficult not to hear them.
Anyway, a Thai guy and a farang woman were talking rather too loudly as I tried to make my way [...]

The Mind Thing

August 14, 2007

Words, at once beautiful, poignant, poised, priceless, rise up in my mind, like clouds into the sky. It’s all in the head. Into head it disappears. Like thin veil of clouds floating in the clear blue sky. There it is. Valuable. How must I cherish it? It’s gone…
Peace is a mind thing. So do you [...]

When We were Children

August 9, 2007

The two storied old and dingy boys’ dormitory stood tall, primed to tumble any time. Despite its dilapidation, it was the safest place in the whole world. Away from ‘big boys’, a lot of ‘little ones’ cuddled up in their thin beddings, glad to be free at last! But the seniors used to tell us [...]