Sometimes, well in my case quite a few times in a day the mind just goes picks out an old memory dvd, pushes it into the player, kicks back in its lazy boy recline and watches re-runs. Day dreaming in rewind mode. Today the total random recall was that of ex and me in a hotel room in Chennai, (no i am not getting into any graphic details) but we were sitting next to each other..and reading our respective books, in a strange city, on a strange bed and worst of all being like total strangers under one roof.
The reason for this cold war was nothing but his utter disgust in finding out that i was not yet sure about what i wanted to do with my future. Yes i wanted to write, and he seemed encouraging enough, but it just wasn't my TIME then. Especially with the getting 'professional' with it deal three years ago.
Desperate attempts at buying time...pushed us into the region of white lies and even murkier darker silences. I did not like being told what to do, I still dont.
I dont think he had enough patience for all that. Borrowing a quote here, "Frankly my dear I dont give a damn! " Neither did he, which i gathered after three painful months.
The next screening of "My mind cache" will take place tomorrow.. same place same time.
See you then.
Thought for the day: "The Middle Ages hangs over history's belt like a beer belly. It is too late now for aerobic dancing or cottage cheese lunches to reduce the Middle Ages. History will have to wear size 48 shorts forever. "- Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins