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Monthly Archives: August 2014

For Flowers, Fights and Everything Else

30 Saturday Aug 2014

Posted by vositha in Random Moments of Life, Relationships

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love, remembering moments, working on relationships

You know exactly how soppy I could be, hence the flowers carried across states, hidden in your backpack and delivered over a meal for two, after a random walk, on a chilly evening.  You picked well, red roses, not too many, just one, but sweet enough, to get a smile on my face, a lingering one,  for the surprise and taking my words the previous night in all seriousness on wanting flowers from Amsterdam at the dawn of winter.

A white shirt always works, you know I like it and we have too many photos to prove it. Seeing you in one at a concert cracked me up, in your suit and what not, standing outside without a ticket (and too far from me, the one holding your ticket to shout your name to be heard by you) and making me walk out and leave with you without being squashed at a crowded concert. Well who cared for the 100 euros lost? Neither. A walk home with your coat on was nicer. Noise was not much my thing either. Let the first winds of winter blow on your (my borrowed) coat, as I walk with my hand in yours. It was a nice walk, remembered.

I had forgotten I loved trains, or that people would jump off one to kiss someone (except in movies of course) until you jumped off one, to kiss me and run off again.  Such be movies for many, for us it be real life. Between sessions of annoyance where one of us or both would walk away too angry to respond, lock one’s self out of the room having forgotten the keys inside, while just “going for a walk” we know we find our way back to each other, across State boarders, and over the years.

The man at the pub with whom you decide to have a random chat tells me, “That’s a very good looking young man, why don’t you marry him?” I laugh my head off to your annoyance. For me it seemed funny, and your annoyance turned happiness when the compliment be translated, from French to English, for your comprehension.

Morning  you would rush off to work too careful not to wake me while getting dressed, but careless enough to wake me with your rushed kiss on the forehead. I watch you run off to catch your train, the dishevelled being in your shirt while you turn around for a wave of goodbye, and an extra smile. Yes we have our moments.

Here’s to all those moments, of love, frustration and all but boredom, for me and you, and for many more years of screaming at each other but just knowing each other too well, to know exactly when to stop screaming, and just “go for a walk” in silence.

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Yonder, to Sanity

27 Wednesday Aug 2014

Posted by vositha in poetry or something of the sort., Relationships

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I walk away
For all the words you did not say
Would not say
I would not expect you to say,

I walk away
For all those moments
You would not offer me
Not be able to offer me
Or even think of offering me,

I walk away
Yonder,
To sanity
A heaven
For myself,
Where I be
Just,
Me.

The Railway Experience

23 Saturday Aug 2014

Posted by vositha in Random Moments of Life, Relationships

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Paul Desanker, Photography, Sri Lankan railway stations, trains

A few days ago, I was with him at the Bambalapitiya railway station to entertain his indulgence in photography. He loves trains, was fascinated by them, and could not comprehend my lack of fascination in them.

As I watch him run behind trains, jump across the railway track while the train was dangerously parked for a few seconds, (with me shrieking in utter horror on seeing him run across the track in front of it), people around gave me their lovely look of typical inquisitiveness and disapproval. (They probably had their long list of things for the look, or it could have been sheer curiosity for all that matters.)

While the eyes around me made me feel as welcomed as a snake in a hen-pen, I was trying to ignore the eyes that wondered over me, scanning me, and making feeling me naked. I would ask whether he was done with his photography, allowing us to leave, escape the eyes that were stripping me, in silence but in all its bluntness as well.

As usual, man in his oblivion does not get it, and happily says,“Don’t you just love trains?”. And I as usual roll my eyes, clutch my handbag closer as more trains pass, more people running behind them to jump in, welcoming a ride of body-squashing.

Having finally got his master-piece, a photo of a father and son waiting for the train, he decides he is done with clicking.(Probably with a few looks from my side to help him speed-up his departure)

I drag him away by the hand, a sweat-pouring human being with a camera hanging by his neck, with an enthusiastic statement at regular intervals with all the enthusiasm in the world, “I wish there were more trains! I wish there were more trains!”

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