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Treasures – Love, life, and memories

christelle — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 17:35:14 +0000

I am home for a week – a much needed break! And, I decided to clear up some old clothes. Now, am left feeling like a sentimental idiot. I found my school uniforms! Higher secondary (1998) and middle school (1994)! Gosh! And, then II thought, why not take some pictures. So, I spent this afternoon clicking away This is what you get when I am home for a week … fun

found the tie-and-dye fancy things I’d made in college – looks ridiculously funny now. I found a good load of saree blouses – my inheritance from granny!! I don’t think I’d ever wear them nor do I have the heart to throw them! In fact, I don’t even remember why I took them.

I found a favorites dress of mine – a pretty orange one with beads and laces. I don’t know about you – but I have some favorite dresses – the ones that have some special memory or just made you feel like a princess (or a prince). This one and a couple of other pretty dresses have a story behind them.
Years later, when I was no longer the kid, when I could appreciate the prettiness of a saree, I got to know that some of my prettiest dresses of younger days were made from mom’s sarees. When they couldn’t buy nice dresses and new material for festivals, mom would cut one of her pretty sarees and make dresses for me and my sister. This orange frock is from one of her sarees. I don’t know if I’d have the heart to cut a saree as pretty as that! Mother’s love!

And then, I found a bunch of letters from school pals. You know, the good old days of writing in one of those inland covers, dropping it in a postbox and hoping they haven’t changed their address… and then you’d get the reply in a similar cover after a couple of weeks – or even months. No pings, no diggs, no tweets, no calls, no emails – just the good old snail mail.

And guess what – I found something that looked like a baptism dress and asked mom – it’s my brother’s. I can almost see a baby there

So, that’s how I spent my day today! Remembering my childhood and thanking God for my wonderful family

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And I Will….

christelle — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 09:16:00 +0000

I follow the night
Can’t stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?

One day I’ll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your Love do for me?
When will Love be through with me?

Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I’ll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I’ll fly away
Fly, fly away

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Right and Wrong!

christelle — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 17:18:00 +0000

“I went over just about every argument that we’d had. I had said he was careless, he said I made simple problems have difficult solutions. I said he never planned, he said I obsessed to the point of killing all spontaneity. I said he was selfish, he said I worried over him to the point of suffocation….and may be we were both right and that was why we were wrong for each other.”

– The Bonesetter’s Daughter, Amy Tan

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One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

christelle — Sat, 01 Sep 2007 06:15:00 +0000

Last Friday, I watched this movie, “In her Shoes” on TV. And there were two nice poems in that movie. The first one, this one below, is the one Maggie reads to the bed-ridden professor who helps her to address her reading disorder.

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

–Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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one more….

christelle — Thu, 26 Apr 2007 07:20:00 +0000

Don’t ask for my heart, because I am tearing it out and breaking it into little bits and throwing it away so I will be heartless but you will not know it because I will be the perfect counterfeit of a loving woman and you will receive from me a perfect forgery of love.
So there were two unspoken clauses in the understanding, one regarding the giving of love and the other concerning the withholding of it, codicils that were sharply at odds with each other and impossible to reconcile.

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Shalimar, the Clown

christelle — Thu, 26 Apr 2007 06:57:00 +0000

“When you pray for what you want most in the world,” he said, “its opposite comes along with it. I was given a woman whom I truly loved and who truly loved me. The opposite side of such a love is the pain of its loss. I can only feel such pain today because until yesterday I knew that love, and that is surely a thing for which to thank whoever or whatever you like, the goddess, the fate, or just my lucky stars.”

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Aren’t we like is?

christelle — Fri, 19 Jan 2007 13:59:00 +0000

From Nature

fragile and surrounded by the unseen….and we go along…spinning the web of life…

At times, we are happy about the way life goes…happy in the web we’ve spun around us…

At times, life freaks us out and we run around like crazy….only to realize we are stuck in our own web….

At times, we leave the web and venture out on a solid wall…. to realize there’s much happening beyond our boudaries… we might find another web – just like us, we might find others, willing or unwilling to talk to us…. to invite us in….

At times, we find our friends vanish overnight… did they really care all the while? or was that your assumption? You may wonder and never know the truth….

At times, we find that with one sudden, clean swipe the world around us is shattered and gone forever…

At times, we find that we can create a new web all over again…

until…. the end of our web brings our life to an end ….

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When I die

christelle — Sun, 27 Aug 2006 16:45:00 +0000

It is a bright sunny morning. I am in Chennai for a long weekend – been here since Thursday. As always, days are flying by – not just when I am in Chennai. Its has been this way ever since I moved to Hyderabad.
In the past week, I’ve heard about deaths and sicknesses – am not talking about the newspapers- and now I cant help but wonder what would it be like – when I die
I hope death doesn’t take away my near and dear ones – all too soon before I reach a certain stage in life. For al the detachment, there are things for which I want them to be around.
Am sure people would say the nice things. Death – in its own way – makes people think of the nice things. If only that could happen when the person is living!!
I still wonder what people would say when I die. There are a lot of things I can guess – given the fact that I have plenty of opportunities to get feedback. But then does it really matter? It doesn’t. Even in life, am not a person who would labor over each comment. So, why am I writing this? It was a thought and I guess I was in a writing mood.

[truth is, I need some silence. Something got messed up and I don’t want to be showing my anger and annoyance on those around me. A notebook and papers in hand makes everyone leave me alone. So here I am, in my own home, pretending as if am working on something official while all am doing is, pouring my thoughts]

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