“Do you know what love is?” asked the Cat.
With the alacrity of a hermit seeking life’s meaning, she would always ask me the pivotal question. It has been quite some time since then and yet I don’t have an answer. And I wonder if I ever will.
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— Abhishek Joshi 👨💻🐶 (@kaalicharan) May 23, 2016
Love’s labor lost…
Love; perhaps it resonates far across in a place as old as time─ seeping out somewhere in a terrain long forgotten; in the path of roving dogs or in the flight of the mynah. And who knows if it lurks in the tales which are themselves trapped in brazen boundaries ─ pregnant with a pungent past overriding the poignant present.
And who knows for sure if salvation lies in recluse or lurks in love. For when you get too close to a person, the intimacy fades out the world.
I must confess I have never been a fan of ‘Valentines Day’. Earmarking a solitary day in the calendar for the most passionate emotion in the universe confirms that the dollar has forayed into the cupid’s domain. Some of the most endearing tales I have known have had the love as a perennial plot.
Carpe Diem! For, all that’s beautiful, drifts away like iridescent soap bubbles. Measured in moments; poetic in essence; lost in recollections.
“Do you know what love is?” She inquires again.
I am reading the signs…
“Who is she?” she quips.
Don’t get me wrong; I do like cats but its dogs I love.
PS Susie Derkins, if she existed would have made an interesting date 😉
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— Abhishek Joshi 👨💻🐶 (@kaalicharan) April 12, 2017
btw if one were to follow your justification of Watterson’s figment of imagination, what do you have to say of Captain Napalm. Not to forget our explorer Spaceman Spiff or private eye Tracer Bullet! And how to explain Stupendous Man!!!!… Still a figment of someone’s imagination! i don’t think so.
Perhaps the rudiments of reality in form of Moe and Mrs. Wormwood deluded my senses…thanks to your words my faith in Yukon Ho! is resurrected:)
Hmm-Love-its a bit ofe verything
Friendship, respect, trust, togetherness, spaces in your togetherness(Kahlil Gibran), tears, joy, laughter, anger, acceptance, – some white, a bit of black and lots of grey
@Anuradha: Nothing can be more true!