Monday, December 25, 2006

Unruffled

The trapped fly kept pummeling the clear window pane. Tricky transparency, I thought, and the alliteration tickled me. Headlong it flew, hit, swerved, and then once again thrashed against the glass with all its force. Does each fresh blow erase the memory of old pain?

I watched,
unruffled.
That's scary.

7 comments:

austere said...

No qualms?

Reshma said...

absolutely no qualms then, Austyji.patheticaly apathetic.

Inji Pennu said...

It does... New pain turns the old pain into beautiful memories, which is kind of sick!

Reshma said...

ginger girl , belcome belcome to redredmehendi:)

Meenal Mehta said...

Hey reshma

happy new yr :) what happened , you seemed to have stopped writing your food blog.Hope all is well .wish you a happy new yr

iam on orkut also.whats your handle there ?mine is meenal mehta ..

austere said...

hello? where are you?

shiv said...

must be 'siant gobain 'glass !!