..Learning and unlearning......

You Learn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.



And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,


And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,


And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.


After a while you learn...
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.


So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.


And you learn that you really can endure...

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth...

And you learn and learn...

With every good-bye you learn

~Jose Louis Borges....


the last 5 days were momentous for me.

met old friends, but now new in their changed attires.
saw them, slowly, getting naked, and getting back to their old selves.
felt for a woman, again, but find myself changed too, in the control i have started exercising in life. and i wonder, how wholesomely i have started seeing things..that is the value of experience, must say...beware though, u must not fall prey to being too learned at the same time, when will there be an end to learning..

blazed through north america, from cleveland to buffalo and niagra, the expansive highways, and the rivers in the terrains.

in the suv, the moments of learning and unlearning too..

ever since last evening watched too fabulous french movies...some select thoughts from them, goddard's breathless and 'nina takes a lover'..

"If i were to choose between grief and nothingness, i would choose grief, what would you"...

"I dont know which is the greater sin, making a lover feel that you dont need her anymore, or the sin she commits, when knowing you dont need her anymore, she goes to find a new lover.."

"I dont know if i am unhappy because i am not free, or i am not free because i am unhappy".


..now am back to my mother's lap. my research life, my pittsburgh.

falling in love with u, dear old city, a pity, pitt dearest, that some day i will leave you too! my other mother is waiting patiently for me...

~cares, the child...