Monday, November 7, 2011

YOUR OLD PHOTOGRAPH

What if I had met you then?

MILAN

Milan, who always used to insist that her name be pronounced not like the Sunil Dutt reincarnation movie but the old Italian city of ruins and two football clubs. One day, her name shall be gone and I wouldn't have to pronounce it anymore. That day, these lovely houses shall be wrecked and the empty spaces will look like graves.

7.11.11

Cellular phones are replacing letters as the preferred means of communication, the 'verbal' jostling the 'written' out. Don't we realize that in doing so, we're leaving so little of ourselves behind? Our existence is being churned each day and turned to airwaves.

For example, today I dropped my phone and it fell and broke. All the records of your being got erased with it. Now, I will never be able to find you again. It was as hard or as simple as that.