...It is after all a graph.
Some good days. Some bad. Some that they call mota-moti in Bengali.
Have you noticed how there are always some untranslatable words in certain languages? Like, I have never found the equivalent of 'Pighalna'. No word ever comes close to describing that beautiful surrender.
Sonder. Another word I fell for. The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows(what a delightful term, that is, incidentally!) describes it as
I am digressing. This is not about words. This is about the day I had today. But have you noticed how our letters never stick to one topic? How it meanders and charts a new course every time either of us write to one another!
What if we make a book out of these letters? Or better yet, we become so famous, someone publishes these letters into a compilation. Sort of like 'Correspondences of the wayfarers'. Isn't that what we are? Wayfarers? Walking along one another, in conversation?
Why did we never give it a term? I have always noticed how things crumble when you give them terms. But then why do they stress on definitions and dictionaries all the time we are kids? It is bound to get us conditioned, now, wouldn't you think!
I think I should stop. I have asked too many questions! The night too is yawning its way into my limbs and I need to rest my fevered mind that has been running hyperactive rounds.
Write to me soon, you!
I shall haunt the postbox till a fresh envelope plonks itself there. Oh and I might get impatient and send you a postcard in between.
Watch out! I am on some writing spree!
Love,
Me
*NOTE.: I have always wished for this kind of uninhibited correspondence in written with someone. A conversation with a friend today triggered off this craving to write to someone. Knowing no one who'd actually bother to write back, as always, this is archived in my blog.
Hello, FamiliarNobody, here's my letter to you!*
Some good days. Some bad. Some that they call mota-moti in Bengali.
Have you noticed how there are always some untranslatable words in certain languages? Like, I have never found the equivalent of 'Pighalna'. No word ever comes close to describing that beautiful surrender.
Sonder. Another word I fell for. The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows(what a delightful term, that is, incidentally!) describes it as
"the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk"
I am digressing. This is not about words. This is about the day I had today. But have you noticed how our letters never stick to one topic? How it meanders and charts a new course every time either of us write to one another!
What if we make a book out of these letters? Or better yet, we become so famous, someone publishes these letters into a compilation. Sort of like 'Correspondences of the wayfarers'. Isn't that what we are? Wayfarers? Walking along one another, in conversation?
Why did we never give it a term? I have always noticed how things crumble when you give them terms. But then why do they stress on definitions and dictionaries all the time we are kids? It is bound to get us conditioned, now, wouldn't you think!
I think I should stop. I have asked too many questions! The night too is yawning its way into my limbs and I need to rest my fevered mind that has been running hyperactive rounds.
Write to me soon, you!
I shall haunt the postbox till a fresh envelope plonks itself there. Oh and I might get impatient and send you a postcard in between.
Watch out! I am on some writing spree!
Love,
Me
*NOTE.: I have always wished for this kind of uninhibited correspondence in written with someone. A conversation with a friend today triggered off this craving to write to someone. Knowing no one who'd actually bother to write back, as always, this is archived in my blog.
Hello, FamiliarNobody, here's my letter to you!*
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