Au revoir

Old yellow houses and their broken window pane,
in a sync on both sides of a pale narrow lane.
Red flower pots with petunia and begonia spiraling down,
a smell of fresh coffee and burning tinge of cinnamon.
The lady in black rushing as if to catch a train,
breaking the silence in my head those little drops of rain.
A girl in brown boots and a guy with shiny brown cane,
her fingers fidgeting with his iffy hands on that old bench.
As if words are being exchanged in morse code,
aloof from the rain, the mud and the ugly toad.
As if the storm of thoughts are rushing through them,
his eyes staring into hers decoding the silence of mayhem.
Oblivious to bespattered with mud thrown by that rusty car,
Her fist now resting calmly in his still iffy palms saying au revoir.

-Pallavi

Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss The healing Story

-Pallavi

Charcoal: A love found

In august last year, I have tried my hands on one of the exquisite form of art, Charcoal painting. As messy it is to put your thoughts through the black char, it comes out equally beautiful once you are able to handle it. The first painting is of a girl. As they say- Truly the life is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the hope for a sweeter one.

I sketched the second one, Radhe-Krishna on Janmashtami, birthday of Lord Krishna  as an ode to the ethernal love.

-Pallavi

 

Only Love: Erich Segal

Book Review

Rating: 2.5/5

A short love story of Silvia and Matthew, hailing from completely different social background and brought together by their affection for music. Two lovers vowed to spend their life together only to fall apart in pieces.

This is the second book I have read that is written by Erich Segal. Love Story was brilliant in its portrayal of evident and non-evident emotions. Only Love, throughout its length was also impeccable, the everlasting bond between Matthew and Evie and the magnetism between Matthew and Silvia. A heartbreaking story of a love lost and a love found. But when it comes to end, how he (Matthew) can say that I have always loved you, Evie. We, as human, always keep parts of them whom we loved once. One can be free and moved on. And in order to do so, we forgive them and ourselves, keep the good memories with ourselves and not put blame on the other one. Whatever the reason Silvia had for her disappearance from his life whether it was sense of responsibility or fear for survival, it cannot change the fact what she and Matthew had once was beautiful and it was Love.

-Pallavi

The Fault in Our Stars

A book that makes you sad in a good way. A cute and dark-humored tale of love of two terminally ill teens, struggle of an only child to leave less and lesser scars on the lives of her parents, courageous efforts of a kid to die gracefully by giving everyday its best. A story that reminds you how precious moments can be if lived to the fullest, no matter how short they are.

From the very beginning, story flows with its own sweet and inevitably sad pace. And the best part you’ll become a part of that. You will feel the wish of Hazel, Gus and Issac for some missing part of their lives. Above that you will pain of their parents of seeing their children getting deprived of living as normal, guilt of imagining their live without them. To its loveliest part you’ll see Gus and Hazel making best of their days whichever they were left with.

-Pallavi