Tuesday, December 11

Immortality

I want to read.

Every book that I've ever looked at, found interesting but passed on because I knew time could not, or would not, be made for it. Even if it is just the first few chapters; even if I am bored by the Page 10, even if I admit that I can't understand or enjoy something others understand or laud.

Second-hand, yellowing, well-preserved, hardbound.

I want to do this endlessly; never having to worry about the trivialities and mundanities of life. Like the question of food, money or opinions. Or phone calls.

I want to do this curled up on a comfortable sofa, in a room filled with 2-in-the-afternoon & shaded by curtains light, with a gentle breeze swishing through the trees.

I want to do this at night, tucked into a cozy bed, a washcloth tied around my night lamp to soften the light, with just the sound of crickets chirping.   

I want to do this sitting in quiet, dark passages of a library, surrounded by aisles and aisles, and silence.

I want to get lost in the pages and the plots. Get so engrossed and embroiled that I become the characters and experience everything and every place they do.

I want mum's tea & dosas, pongal & chutney and milagu rasam & ladyfingers curry, to give perfect breaks whenever I tire.

I want to live one perfect winter vacation day from my childhood.

Over and over.

Song for the moment: Smiles and smiles to go - Larry Carlton 

4 comments:

Ashish Kulkarni said...

Raw, and powerful. Superb!

G said...

Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Superbly written Girish. And you are not alone in wanting this!

G said...

:) Yes, I guess we can all relate to this.