**RIP Mahmoud Darwish. His poems gave voice to the dream of a Palestinian nation, his prose, to the very real experience of exile. His memory is eternal, and I don't think Palestine will ever forget her favourite son...**
For a few weeks, I have been questioning why I am friends with certain people...and last night, I fell apart thinking about having to build that wall that says "we-are-friends-no-more". But today, I do not want to be angry or sad about that anymore. Failed friendships are, I think, the most devastating occurrences in one's life. But letting go is often much less painful than trying to live through the disappointment of pseudo-companionship. How does one make that final goodbye subtle?
Thank you dark skies, moonlight and starshine for reminding us that night is here, and that tomorrow is just a few hours away. That's the great thing about mornings...they always mean the day before has ended. Steely determination - nothing else is required to forget the bumps of yesterday.
So I awoke this morning with a Vespa on my mind. yum. Sitting in a minimalist living room in Providence, huddled over a Dell laptop, with only a nectarine and the latest edition of Vogue (cheese-and-crackers, Kate Moss looks beautiful!) to keep me company, can you blame me for having fantasies of Vespa-ing along the Cilento Coast in Italy? I want to have long hair that I can put (I hate verbs sometimes) in a side plait, wear a shiny crimson helmet over it and gaze at the peace-blue sea.
Speaking of colours...For all of you who doubted the Indian contingent at the Olympics (here's looking at YOU, Tina :P) - eat your words! We have struck GOLD! (I would put up a link from NDTV or something, but there's so much Bollywood-esque, sniffling-into-a-Kleenex praise [including a tearful biography from Bindra's mother] on there, that I thought I'd just keep it simple) Here's to you, Abhinav Bindra! (Note: Has anyone else noticed how we keep winning medals in events that require absolutely NO running? Bah!)
Also, I think pink and green are destined to be married. They look so good together.
Soundtrack for the day:
1. Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas (Film: Blackmail) - Kishore Kumar
2. Mora Saiyaan - Fuzon
3. Jaane Kya Chahe Mann (Film: Pyaar Ke Side Effects) - Zubeen
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Hey! I didn't say I doubted India's ability, I just don't know anything about it! :P But about Bindra; I DO know cause its like splashed on the front page of every possible newspaper in India today and YAY! We got gold! :) That's really great. Seriously!
Keep blogging.
Love you,
Tina
Tinu didi, you said on the 9th of August (and I quote) "i'm not happy with the indian contingent though... they looked shabby!!" HAH! :P I was watching the replays of his win today and he didn't shed a tear during the national anthem!! Dude man! lol
Yay!! Finally a gold after all these long years! And you're right Tinu, within one day after his win, I noticed his picture on a big advertisement board while I was on the road and I thought - "Wohh, that's fast, we truly ARE proud of him".
Alas, yes, here's another sport where no running is required! What do Indians have against running, I don't know! lol!
xxx
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