“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.
— 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 😉
— Abhishek Joshi (@kaalicharan) April 12, 2017