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Best friends
What is it about guys? They always know how to have fun! You put them in a tough situation, they’ll crack jokes about it, and then they’ll solve it! Why can’t women be like that? I’m not like that, but I would so love to be!
The last few years I’ve been hanging around with guys all the time. I got married (to a guy!) and since I started working , all my best friends have been men – Yatin, Anirudh and over here I’m friends with the whole gang!
I steer clear of women these days. They’re complicated and catty. In college I had the two best girl friends anyone could ever have. But I can’t share that same intimacy with anyone anymore. I’m not the same person. Girlfriends demand certain things, guys just let you be. So here’s to the Best guy friends ever!
Be of love…
be of love (a little) more careful
than of everything
guard her perhaps only
A trifle less (merely beyond how very)
closely than nothing
remember love by frequent
anguish (imagine
her least never with most
memory)
give entirely each
forever its freedom
(dare until a flower,
understanding ceaselessly sunlight
open what thousandth why and
discover laughing)
– e. e. cummings –
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I used to read a lot of translated French poetry in those days, in the house with the leaky rafters. Lots of Jacque Prevert and Leonard Cohen’s French writing. There would never be any food, except greasy Hersch burgers at night, and the sound of incessant rain and the water seeping in, but never managing to dampen our spirits. The lovely brown boy and me. And in Christmas and Easter there would be the choir’s voices blowing into the house in the sea breeze. And it was the sea that distracted me from drawing. Walking on the Bandstand, the high tide at midnight and all those glamorous beautiful people. Living was difficult but we were a different delirious happy. And so now.
Gone in a heartbeat
With all due apologies to Jim Davis for using his work on my blog. It really catches this moment of my life. I’m moving on, to a new job, a new house, half a new city – sometimes life really speeds up and all you can do is hold on tight!
It was great to feel for a while that I made a difference. And it’s great to feel that now I don’t. Hell, what does it matter!
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