nihi
August 4, 2004, 10:49 AM
It happened other day when I was idly sitting on a bench in the south corner of the Walter park. It was just before the dusk and the relentless afternoon sun was pouring molten gold all over the park.
One of the half-hearted windows of my then-off-guard mind caught sight of someone approaching towards the bench that I had occupied with such a sense of possessiveness. Someone approaching, bathed in that all-pervasive gold. First it brought me to sense. Then with a snap of a full-view to the accosting figure, I almost got knocked off. But mind you, this was just an attempt to cushion the reader (you) from being bounced too early from this reading. This write-up is just an attempt to prove to you guys that how so often you will disobey this kind of prohibition, (i.e."You should not read this"). Anyway, if you are disturbed or even "I am not amused/impressed", you cannot accuse me, cos I forbade you at the very beginning. Anyway, for now on, everything written will be just random words to make it look longer at the first sight to go well with the starting of this write-up, i.e. the gold-bathed figure. And, any comment will not be unwelcome. Thanks folks. Now see, I am just letting my fingers type whatever it comes to its mind, but who knows whether the fingers have mind. What would have happened if they really had? would they love? Love the lady bathed in liquid gold? and get knocked off, for that matter? Who will say? Any way is it yet long enough to have a credibility? I guess going little further won't hurt. By the way, is it that when someone takes a glance to a write-up, does he or she not just looks at the top, but also at the bottom? If that is the case, I think I should come-up with some kind of 'gold-bathed figure b[edited] at the end of this write-up too. Thanks goodness that it occurred to my mind, or rather to my fingers' minds? Wow, see, they do have mind. Anyway, I think its almost time now, time to stop.
After that, we didn't say anything to each other. There was nothing to say anymore. The sun had sunken by then, behind the now-black bushes and the park suddenly turned into a black-and-white photograph, as still as it could be, only the swaying back of the slender figure slowling diminishing into the dense of the trees. After at last, when I could turn my sight, I discovered a small purse on my side on the bench. It was hers! She has left it here! May be its not all finished here. I promptly moved to get it in my hand. Before I started my frenzied search for a clue to where she may live, I took a long breath to have all the smell of her that I could gather from it. And I knew I am not gonna lose everything of her. At least I have this!
[Edited on 4-8-2004 by chinaman : moderation]
One of the half-hearted windows of my then-off-guard mind caught sight of someone approaching towards the bench that I had occupied with such a sense of possessiveness. Someone approaching, bathed in that all-pervasive gold. First it brought me to sense. Then with a snap of a full-view to the accosting figure, I almost got knocked off. But mind you, this was just an attempt to cushion the reader (you) from being bounced too early from this reading. This write-up is just an attempt to prove to you guys that how so often you will disobey this kind of prohibition, (i.e."You should not read this"). Anyway, if you are disturbed or even "I am not amused/impressed", you cannot accuse me, cos I forbade you at the very beginning. Anyway, for now on, everything written will be just random words to make it look longer at the first sight to go well with the starting of this write-up, i.e. the gold-bathed figure. And, any comment will not be unwelcome. Thanks folks. Now see, I am just letting my fingers type whatever it comes to its mind, but who knows whether the fingers have mind. What would have happened if they really had? would they love? Love the lady bathed in liquid gold? and get knocked off, for that matter? Who will say? Any way is it yet long enough to have a credibility? I guess going little further won't hurt. By the way, is it that when someone takes a glance to a write-up, does he or she not just looks at the top, but also at the bottom? If that is the case, I think I should come-up with some kind of 'gold-bathed figure b[edited] at the end of this write-up too. Thanks goodness that it occurred to my mind, or rather to my fingers' minds? Wow, see, they do have mind. Anyway, I think its almost time now, time to stop.
After that, we didn't say anything to each other. There was nothing to say anymore. The sun had sunken by then, behind the now-black bushes and the park suddenly turned into a black-and-white photograph, as still as it could be, only the swaying back of the slender figure slowling diminishing into the dense of the trees. After at last, when I could turn my sight, I discovered a small purse on my side on the bench. It was hers! She has left it here! May be its not all finished here. I promptly moved to get it in my hand. Before I started my frenzied search for a clue to where she may live, I took a long breath to have all the smell of her that I could gather from it. And I knew I am not gonna lose everything of her. At least I have this!
[Edited on 4-8-2004 by chinaman : moderation]