....she bought Chasing the Monk's Shadow some days back.
Anna has always been enamoured by ancient history n the Chinese
connection was her favourite. going through the first few pages...
Mishi was fast establishing herself as a woman after her own heart.
Anna was sitting outside, by her grape'vine' which consisted of
a single grape tree. tree? or vine? forget it! the poor grape tree
twined on a trellis made from bamboo. musings.. on Central Asia..
Armaan...the monk.... Armaan...the manuscripts...The messages...
their former classmates did not know what was happening..
the Tamil friend, what would he think of married Armaan's
message escapades? these confessions...outside world must not
know..what was the possibility of a sweet romance once, now had
a seed of rude, ugly connotation...adultery.even these one-to-one
communications must be veiled in borrowed words. so that nobody
can accuse... allege...Anna would never know the joy at hearing the
words 'i love you! He won't say it, can't say it...and she waited then,
she waits now..from the lips, the lower portion thick..a teeth in the
upper mouth a bit broken..she won't ever know how he smiles when he
says those words..looks mischievous or serious? there was a deep cut
by the eyebrow, most probably on the left side.
and she remembered the promise she made to him yesterday, in veiled
words of course,..
Anna:A friend said to
another: I know, i
know u must follow
d sun/ wherever it
leads/ but
remember/ if u fall
short of ur desires/
remember life holds
for u one
guarantee/ u'll
always have me...did it sound too mushy,
too cheaply sentimental? going by Armaan's
later messages of the night, it was.she was
feeling ashamed again for having revealed
herself too much.yet, Anna didn't want to
take leave of the world without ever
saying the things to him...so she would Say n
rip the coarse cover off her self...naked words......
this morning, glowing morning...morning of light.
(to be contd.) .
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