A life in general, Jashan.org

Delhi to Daulatabad,

Chasing the mad, Tughlak

It’s only the beginning of your trip Tom, but you will probably enjoy the description of Fatehpur Sikri, you must see it…

From the loveliest poem in the world…

…nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture

compels me with the colour of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing…

Maybe:

A language that can be extended, relaxed–we become accomplices maybe but I see it more of reaching the breach or fording the proverbial stream, getting by or over the ruse of the woo. I don’t want much more then this expanse of familiarity, a gift of touch and rumored tongue to taste and break and forever fold within my creases of skin. What is need or want of someone? We want each other for what purposes? To clench or grasp at an empty air, or person’s gravity, presence, being?

Titanium of course, Tom…graphics win over mere word processing!

Don’t worry Priya, I’d probably flog myself before chopi ever would! Now I feel as though a great weight has been lifted, I can get back into my “brown study” as they say….

oh chopi chopi chopi

so you did buy that machine! what did you get?!

Here in all her glory isThe TiBook!