The Sentinel Diaries
Whenever I went shopping she would come with me. She was a comforting presence and also eased the tedium of endless choice. I’m the type who is very very picky when buying so there were times when we would go back empty-handed even after going through some ten shops. But she would not mind really. She would just make fun of my finicky habits and smile that radiant smile of hers. A smile that would shoot through my soul and come out around my lips as a mirror image.
But the one enduring image I’ve of those endless expeditions is those silly and childish games we used to play. She would be exploring some clothes and I would be following her around. Suddenly, she would take these random turns. But I would not stop. I would follow her and we would end up going around in weird circles through the shop. Anybody looking would have seen two crazy people weaving in and out of the aisles between the clothes, creating weird walking patterns with mad smiles pasted on their faces.
Another frequent occurrence was the ‘race’. We would be climbing stairs or going up on an elevator when, suddenly she would say race and dash up. Half the time she would win of course, because of the surprise element. But I soon cottoned on to her tactics and started winning these love-laced races and so she started to cheat and take short cuts. She always loved to win, gain the upper hand over me. But I did not mind, did I?
I would love to race again…and lose.
April 30th, 2006 | Quote
u weave your words with such skillfulness,into a intricate fabric,yet projecting abundance of light to guide me through my still, confused life ….thanks
get to her pal………
October 9th, 2005 | Quote
finnegan: something I’ve been trying to understand myself too…even the bitterest of moments get tinged with nostalgia upon recollection…one of the better things life offers us…
October 6th, 2005 | Quote
I love the special emotions which seem to spring out of the everyday. Taste memories too.
What is it about memory that brings back certain events in such a selective way? One of life’s great mysteries.
September 30th, 2005 | Quote
Mahati: I hope so too…
paddy: you bet!
stella: thank you…I couldn’t have put it any better…
September 29th, 2005 | Quote
i really liked this piece, it’s written with such loving nostalgia, that you can tell it’s about a special person and time in your life.
September 29th, 2005 | Quote
its always good to have a pal to have fun with.
September 29th, 2005 | Quote
ahem!
September 28th, 2005 | Quote
:)
Sounds like you had a precious time back then. I’m sure she must feel the same way too.
September 28th, 2005 | Quote
Jai, transience & slim whale: perhaps, but this was solely to relive the nostalgia…
Geetanjali: Je prefere reponder par mail…also bitte warten für mein mail!
ravi: were you? on another note do i know you by any chance?
Jai: cool it will ya, she was not swearing at you…she was asking me a question.
September 28th, 2005 | Quote
J’ai raison?
no, i did nt rise.
September 28th, 2005 | Quote
“j’ai raison?”
are u swearing at me?
September 27th, 2005 | Quote
Was missing these entries of yours. Brilliant as always :)!
September 27th, 2005 | Quote
Hmmm..oft have I wondered if such romances really, truly exist beyond the book. And oft have I wondered how long they survive…
Est-ce-que tu n’as pas peur que les gens vont lire beaucoup plus de tes histoires que tu les en veut? Q’quefois je pense que tes histoires et poemes ont des elements vraiment personnelles…est-ce-que j’ai raison? (Pas d’obligation de repondre la derniere question!) :-)
September 27th, 2005 | Quote
it’s always the little crazy things that we treasure the most. could she be thinking of the same things too? there’s only one way to find out.
September 27th, 2005 | Quote
reliving the nostalgia? you could always make it happen again, of course. that’s the great thing about choice.
September 27th, 2005 | Quote
just pick the damn phone and give her a call.