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Always There



It’s those things that are always there that bring me supreme joy or intense pain, even true for memories that don’t fade away besides the more real ones such as the house at the end of the street in grandpa’s village or the statue of Jesus Christ in the garden of my first school, the opticals shop at the end of the street, the town square in my maternal village, the smell in Indian trains, the mole on mom’s chin, the opposite-facing windows my first love and I stood and stared at each other from.

And bananas.

They are always there. Everyday. Everywhere. No matter which town we are in, my dad, brother or I always found bananas to get to the dinner table. No matter which street I walked in this country, no matter how random, there is certainly a banana seller on it. Whatever I may or may not find for breakfast or dinner, I sure can find a banana or two. This country and my house, always have bananas. I’d worry greatly if bananas disappear from my dinner table, from our streets or our grocery stores. It might just kill me.


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This entry was posted on January 24, 2013 by in Fleeting Thoughts.

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