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“salting sliced tomatoes with my grandfather”

This line came to me in a random poem this morning. One of the several the captivating poem has but this one is special. The imagery of this line took me on a kaleidoscopic journey over the meadows of time spent with my grandfather in a little town in South India. I wish I had done this with him, ~ would have been a beautiful, joyful thing to do. I don’t at least know if my dear grandfather enjoyed having raw tomatoes or if it wasn’t to his liking as it is not to mine. I will never know but there are a lot of things, the memory of which is all that I will have with me for as long as I live, memories of

walking to the vegetable market with my grandfather                                 smiling a million smiles with my grandfather                                               frying eggs with my grandfather                                                             rolling dough with my grandfather                                                           making paper bags with my grandfather                                               repairing furniture with my grandfather                                                   making soap bubbles with my grandfather                                               tasting dal with my grandfather                                                         rubbishing my grandmother with my grandfather                                             loving life with my grandfather


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This entry was posted on November 19, 2012 by in Fleeting Thoughts and tagged , .

Fighting An Additction

Not One MoreSeptember 12th, 2014
Addiction is a curse one allows upon one's self until it ceases to seek permission. I do not like the idea of a mind controlled by substance. If I can refrain for 30 days, I'd be very impressed with myself.

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