My mother has given me an ultimatum. i need to tell her what my ideal partner should be like, so she can start finding. i need to be marriaged soon. my 95 yr. old grand mother says i am aging.
i can't think of anything. do help.
all i can think of is that his grandmother should be nice if she is alive so i can call her dida and ask about his childhood and then hers while i maalish her knees because she's got arthritis. and she treat me like her grandchild.
and his parents should love me. so that when love is lost between us two, i can go to them and they chide their stupid boy for not being kind to me.
and cultural continuity. so that when love is estranged, i feel comforted in familiarity of the cycle of festivals.
Tuesday, January 29
Wednesday, January 16
reminded me of my pondi trip
it was a trip. yes.
imagine this image cleaner, that phakashe yellow contrasting.
imagine this a little more azure.
imagine that mistique wave in the sky to be more defined.
that was the image.
need to clean my camera. GaH!
and then on paradise beach, i went back and stood in the lagoon, not a wave i could hear, not a rush,
only a surge inside me, as crustaceans crawled over my sinking feet,dragging their conch homes and fishermen's heads in the backwater, away sunken.
and i felt like i was me again. paradise.
alone. amazing.
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