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Oh Eve, what did you do? Did the serpent ask you to run away with him? Didn't you see that Adam was not the man for you? Didn't you know it the minute your teeth broke the skin of the forbidden fruit? Oh sweet stupid first mother. If you'd only eaten the fruit of knowledge and offered none to man. Perhaps, we'd have had a better chance.
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Happiness is
There's something about parrots that awaken the knobby-kneed girl I abandoned to childhood. The girl with so many unrequited dream pets. I wanted squirrels. I wanted grey rabbits. I wanted tiger cubs. And yes, I wanted parrots. These green velvet birds that look like they were hatched inside a rare oriental jewel. Even yet, the parrot screech echoes of jade paddy fields that glisten under the Kerala countryside, the fragrant shadow of a mango tree and evenings when summer turns into a careless duchess and drops a golden dusk. Lately they've taken to munching on some beans growing below my window. They squeak and giggle and chatter with such obvious delight. And a shiny-eyed, knobby-kneed girl runs to the window. Convinced that they're calling her to play with them.
Magic in the morning
To learn to let go, is to learn to love.
The shape of bliss.
How does love work out with a war for a background? Is there time for the motions of heart stirrings and stomach-residing butterflies when the sky is falling and the ground is burning. Poems and love letters that we indulge in. And what of tiny surprises? I’m thinking of Kashmir. How do they fall in love? Do the colour of womens’ cheeks still know how to deepen under a man’s hot, intense gaze? Do people still respond to the lilt of a changing sky and the caress of the wind on a flower’s cheek? Isn’t it sad that right now, the one place that’s supposed to be heaven on earth is denied the one thing God’s supposed to be really good at.
You do to me what rain does to things.