Tag: #everyday jottings
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Jaundice
When I was about three years old, I had jaundice : it was somewhat serious because the doctor, after looking at my reports, said that he really couldn’t say anything and my mother came home and fainted. Later reports concluded that I probably wasn’t going to die, but more investigations were needed: while waiting at…
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Perfume
My mother came into my room yesterday and asked if I had been in hers. I had been, indeed. But she wasn’t there. So I asked her how did she know? The room now smells of roses. So I won’t be able to commit crimes? You will have to stop wearing perfume.
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Pearls
In the evening, while listening to Dave Brubeck’s Blue Rondo à la Turk, I chose a pale pink colour for my nails – this particular pink because it had a pearl glow to it, so in a dark room it reflects light and it seems like I have jewels instead of nails. In an English…
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Summer.
It’s summer already, another one. I am still looking for rosewater. Pure rosewater. Nothing less will do.
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Last night
Simone Weil, a glass of milk, the air-conditioner, already on in March, a small container of licorice a bottle of water a small box of pickled unripe mangoes lip balm, strawberry a half opened diary with a pen inside earplugs a grey-indigo blanket a dull pain on my left wrist that doesn’t go away…
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Māngalayam, and
This is a sacred thread, essential for my long life I tie this around your neck, may you live for a hundred winters. I heard this oft-repeated Sanskrit expression – this is the traditional Vedic marriage mantra recited by the groom to the bride – emanating from the television in another room, while I dipped…
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