Monthly Archives: December 2007
it must be beautiful outside…
| December 27, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
…like a scratchy sort of cloth that once held sparkles and littered them on everything it brushed up against…now threadbare. the kind of cloth that would leave its mark on your face and blush on your cheekbones..now faded. if u were to come in contact with this cloth, everyone would know, and no one would…
my maryjane
| December 24, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, Uncategorized |
my baby’s skin was rippled when i first had her. blistered, red, scathed from being born in hot water..i was sure i could take her, and love her. i was young, and she was born old, withered and of ill-repute. i thought, i’ll show them all that this is not a mistake, and is instead…
underworld
| December 24, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, Uncategorized |
after years of wondering where you’d disappeared to, i found you on a side street. you were old, worn, and more embittered than ever. your eyes were as sunken as the dreams in which you once reveled. and i, i was wearing gold. the same gold you helped me dig from those graves of silent…
hmph
| December 18, 2007 | Posted by caroline under humour, on identity, travels, Uncategorized |
remember i told you about my indian consulate issues.. well, the dogs lied to me. they said it would be very easy to get my visa renewed here..it definitely wasn’t. i was sure for a few days that i would get deported, and envisioned the police showing up at the wedding and asking for a…
mumbai senses
| December 13, 2007 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
ok ok i’ve been meaning to tell you about this.. from my cousins’ house, in the centre of bandra “the queen of the suburbs”, i hear a ZiLlIoN sounds..i smell a zillion more other things, but maaaan.. so i’m going to come back here everytime i smell or hear something new.. just now, i heard…
next come the vows..
| December 5, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, theories, Uncategorized |
i feel like success runs away quicker than the time it spends resting to catch its breath. in its purse, success carries confidence and security. for as long as success and achievement stand to take pictures, anything is possible, and nothing beats the heat of those flashing lights. but once it’s left, it’s so hard…
