He said she would have to be an artist. Amidst other things on the list, something about Asian hair, height and weight specs, etc. He had her stuck on the art. In retrospect, he was too, she thought. A quaint piece of art that would fit seamlessly in the hands of a painter.
“… forever to hold and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do us part..”
I don’t know about you, but i’m not feeling this cliche-d vows.
“I vow to help you love life,
…have patience with everything unresolved in your heart, and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms, or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers which could not be given to you now,
If they ask me,
how i spent my last year,
i will tell them,
‘I was looking for Allah’.
And if they wonder
what I have gained out of this journey,
You got me thinking about how you look at 4 a.m
and how much milk you pour in your coffee.
You got me thinking about the color of your eyes,
and the stories they have to tell.
There’s something about funerals. How funereal and sombre they are, the end of a life (not) lived, the beginning of the reality of one’s life, and for the loved ones whose times they still await, it’s a period of perpetual disillusionment before they find there sanity again.
The touch screen age.
I have recently been immersed in the whole frenzy of giving life meaning of leaving indelible marks on myspace here before i leave and not getting attached while at it.
It hasn’t been easy,
Him: I was an alcoholic for ten years. For ten years, i drenched my liver in alcohol.
Me: But why?
Him: I sought answers my dear, answers.
Me: In alcohol?
Him: Alcohol numbed the brains that tormented me with questions i was losing my life searching for answers to.