Saturday, April 26, 2008

Fresh Jasmine's

"And as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume."
-Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles (1994)
The First Jasmines - poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Parallel Lines

As a child, looking through the train window I always watched the railway tracks follow me. And wondered "where do they meet?". These glittering parallel lines of steel.
Then my teacher told that parallel lines meet at infinity.
So I started in search of 'Infinity'.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Ordinary Post

"People would crowd in front of the Post Office when the mail arrived, hoping for letters or money orders from children and relatives. Abraham would open the postbag and sort out and arrange the letters. He would then hand over a locked, sealed leather bag to the Post Master. By the time the Post Master verified the number of money orders and the cash to be paid out, Abraham would have the letters stamped and read. He would then take the money orders from the Post Master, stamp them and call out the names one after another."
-V.K. Madhavan Kutty, The village before time.

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