Writing Notes As Spring Sun Glows
In the middle of Houston (or any other American city), you are listening to the surf of traffic breaking over a plangent Bhairavi.
It is morning after a night of rain; first green of spring grass blankets the curbs. It has been nearly a decade since you have drowned here, in this bathtub of ideas, which you once thought stood for America; but what is America?
And what kind of an Orpheus should you become to sing here, in America, for a Beatrice who now remains as an idea than a flesh and blood reality? To feel the hasty passion of those younger years then, when knowing less, the mind did not constrain the imagination from embellishing imperfections.
Will it liberate though, the anemic heart from all its conditionals?
Traffic roars and pours.
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Sridhar
Sashi, where are u based at right now? I live in Houston, give me a buzz when you come down to houston the next time.
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