Kathmandu wakes up...to automobiles, dust-laden lanes, garbage-heaped roads and footsteps rushing everywhere.
I wake-up to a single memory.
My mornings linger on your words, pauses, phrases, unfinished sentences and suspends itself on an infinite ellipsis. I search my mailbox for you.
I discover abandon.
I have no way of knowing if the words etched on my mind are yours too.
- Sept 6, 2009/Sunday (7:30 am)
(P.S. Please read all "pm"s as "am"s and vice-versa, until I learn how to fix the clock on my blog)
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