After much cajoling
I agreed to give her
My copy of ‘Love in
The time of Cholera.’
Couple of days
Later while returning
The book she fumed,
‘Details, details
Never ending details,
Where’s the story?’
‘It’s in the details’,
I mumbled.
5 comments:
And then like a summer shower, your poem! Your friend is like the traveller who is blind to the passing scenery because of the urge to reach the destination!
I wonder at the way you put forth in those few words and lines a fantastic imagery of mans blindness or his refusal to see.
Balan Sir: Yes, you’re absolutely right! Her initial enthusiasm and then, the disappointment, your imagery is perfect.
Anil Kurup: Actually it happened; I just reported it the way it happened, but yeah, as you pointed out the angle was impossible to miss. It happens to all of us, isn’t it? Sometimes it strikes us, sometimes it doesn’t.
lol!!
:)
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