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by warHazards, Vietnam May 19, 2004
  Short Stories

  

I am sitting in a dark, cold room in the old building of Waris Road. There are a few sounds here I can hear....Mohammad Ali playing tabla, a rickshaw passing by and this fan up on the ceiling.

You are in the same city, Lahore, and you would be in another city, Dhaka, after one month - but you will be on the same land.

Separation and meeting, as I could understand, are present within oneself. Our movement from a place to another is very symbolic. Your leaving this city does not mean real separation. Your smell, real smell is here and your shadow exists like fragrance in some deep basement of my heart. You exist in all those moments you’re leaving behind and they don't go anywhere.

Our lives are just appearances. Actual thing never vanishes because there's no end but just addition. I am not denying the physical meeting - e.g: your interest in rock n' roll and typical life of mid-Western circle of drink, drugs, cars and rock and my interest in design and some particular music - these are not us actually. All this was not in our hand, our upbringing and things - We were not born as rock stars, fans or artist or sportsman or an office clerk. We cam in this world with nothing in hands, without any influence up on us and that's our originality.

Two days ago, I went to my forefather’s village. Leaving Lahore, traveling through some dusty and some green way in bright sunlight of hot summer afternoon, I reached my village for the funeral of my Grandmother. When I got by there, I was so alone. A feeling that nobody knows...the people walking, standing there. I asked a small shopkeeper, "Where's the graveyard?” You keep on walking on the same road, its there". He told me. After 5, 7 minutes walk, I was standing near the graveyard and I could see him people at distance at far distance, leaving the graveyard after funeral procession. I was late. It was all bright 12:00 in the afternoon of Punjab - the barren land with dry soil, graves and graves... There was just a child sitting near the graveyard. I asked him, "Where's the newly digged grave?" "There!” he pointed. I moved to that direction to search for the grave and after a few moments, suddenly I was in front of the grave. I could not move for a few moments. There was just deep silence - After a while, I started moving towards the grave. It looked that as I stepped, it was moving away from me. Then, I found myself standing in front of my grandmother's last rest place. I smelled the mixed fragrance of wet soil and red roses and I could feel her presence. I prayed and talked to her...

It was a journey-----towards outside from inside.





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you and two days.....
nielu patekar | Aug 14th, 2004
it's a spiritual journey... it's interesting... the feeling of lost and gained one at the same time.... one has to undergo contradictions to understand them....

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