"My life has become just like an hourglass; the moments fall one by one and pile up until the night arrives. At night you have to turn this hourglass over so you can measure the time. Then once again, the sands fall, in the darkness, grain by grain, moment by moment. It seems a balance has been found between this sleeping, these nightmares, and the nightly trips of my soul, and that i no longer continue my days without them. As if i am leading a double life."
--from 'Hourglass' by Mahasti Shahrokhi in "Another Sea, Another Shore - Persian Stories of Migration"...
Aami potha bhola ek pothik eshechi
shondhya belar chameli go, shokal belar mollika
amaay cheno ki
aami poth bhola ek pothik eshechi...
I am the lost traveller who has come
the evening's chameli, or the mornings' mollika
do you recognise me?
i am that lost traveller who has finally come.
dipayan came, it was a lovely time, walking through the alleys of good old dn road building of times mumbai, sitting here in far off pittsburgh.
it had been raining last 4 days, which meant taking walks in pittsburgh-ho was a fascinating experience.
the winds chilled us, the fall leaves captured us, and we, the lost travellers dwelled on life and its trappings.
he has left today morning, i am back to my assignment-ish life. loads to be done. am supposed to be studying, but all that i am doing is listening to some robindroshongeet..
what charm and peace there is being a lost traveller!
~letmesleep.
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