Last day of our Gyne posting the girls decided to hold the entire group back to take some photos. Half of us were still taking the exam, so we waited. When for one of the clicks the girls went upstairs on the 'little slide' area as I call it, for a second the whole scenario reminded me of the airport. I had then stretched a tall arm up in the air and waved from below a pseudo-I'll see you again.
She has this love for the airport. She has an unusual craving to go and spend time there, watch the flying fish grow smaller with the accretion of sky around it, stare at people waving goodbyes.
"Where shall we go?" A random question in the house would spin it self on a Sunday.
"The airport!"
"Any one in their right mind wants to have a say?"
"Ghar ki murghi daal barabar," murmuring she would walk away.
Mostly, people leaving are her choice of crowd, yes. Coming ones are all right as long as they bring some adrenalin left overs than just stories. Love, what is this term she is obsessed with? Let's see if she can take a shot at defining it. If love was to be a bacterium it would be of an opportunist kind. You leave the door open and it'll make way some how. And you keep the locks on and it'll wait all the eternity at your door steps; we have vaccines for that purpose. It being a choice rests within your own strengths or weaknesses; immune system. But since it's not a bacterium once it's made way, chances are it's staying.
Her love for the airport is explainable as she has had many experiences with it that have allowed the love for it to make way and stay. They were regardless of her need, but important experiences. Her visits were insignificant and went unnoticed at that time and she did not know that she was registering them. They have slowly made her habitual of being associated with the place. It is generally taken as demeaning to have love be channelled through habituation and believe it or not it plays a part. The door beside the experiences was also pushed open when she had walked down to see landings in the afternoon long time ago.
A child's retina and the permanent snaps upon it evolving into a hankering stock, spelling love: A thing of beauty indeed.
She has this love for the airport. She has an unusual craving to go and spend time there, watch the flying fish grow smaller with the accretion of sky around it, stare at people waving goodbyes.
"Where shall we go?" A random question in the house would spin it self on a Sunday.
"The airport!"
"Any one in their right mind wants to have a say?"
"Ghar ki murghi daal barabar," murmuring she would walk away.
Mostly, people leaving are her choice of crowd, yes. Coming ones are all right as long as they bring some adrenalin left overs than just stories. Love, what is this term she is obsessed with? Let's see if she can take a shot at defining it. If love was to be a bacterium it would be of an opportunist kind. You leave the door open and it'll make way some how. And you keep the locks on and it'll wait all the eternity at your door steps; we have vaccines for that purpose. It being a choice rests within your own strengths or weaknesses; immune system. But since it's not a bacterium once it's made way, chances are it's staying.
Her love for the airport is explainable as she has had many experiences with it that have allowed the love for it to make way and stay. They were regardless of her need, but important experiences. Her visits were insignificant and went unnoticed at that time and she did not know that she was registering them. They have slowly made her habitual of being associated with the place. It is generally taken as demeaning to have love be channelled through habituation and believe it or not it plays a part. The door beside the experiences was also pushed open when she had walked down to see landings in the afternoon long time ago.
A child's retina and the permanent snaps upon it evolving into a hankering stock, spelling love: A thing of beauty indeed.
Lovely!If love was a bacterium(it would've been a lot easier to cure)it it would be of an opportunist kind.Well said!
ReplyDeleteI too have this indescribable attraction towards dawn breaks,I simply love the soothing light and breeze.I usually end up missing it.:(
Shukriya. I guess all of these indescribable cum enjoyable forces that we got ourselves unknowinly that leave us yearning are there because the retina beholds DA beauty, sistah! And now wants more! Aw! Let me get a phone and we'll have an all nighter till dawn and its break! Say what?
ReplyDeleteSure...Sure anytime dudette!Do you have my number though...
ReplyDeleteYa, good call. I don't. I killed it with my phone. Email it, will ya?
ReplyDeleteSure!
ReplyDeletecheck you mail:)
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see you!
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