Usual stuff + Emily Dickinson

It was nice to catch up with Tats for lunch last week. It is always such a delight to be in her company.
These past days have been quite busy; Ashna's surgery, meeting all my friends, spending quality time with Sid and lending him a caring ear, hooking up with a hottie, having dinner with the gonssclub, bringing mum and my sister for a long drive, listening to Nasreen voicing out her 'situation', going for a 3 hour walk in the national park, discussing loneliness with Vimla and coming to the conclusion that you can only be alone if you keep yourself isolated, talking about  non-duality and reading Emily Dickinson's selected poems.

I think I will never really be alone in this world as long as I carry with me Jacques Prevert's "Paroles" and Emily Dickinson's "Final Harvest".


I know that He exists.
Somewhere - in Silence -
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.

'Tis an instant's play.
'Tis a fond Ambush -
Just to make Bliss
Earn her own surprise!

But-should the play
Prove piercing earnest -
Should the glee - glaze -
In Death's - stiff - stare -

Would not the fun
Look too expensive!
Would not the jest -
Have crawled too far!

c.1862