There was a time when i would pause and say something to him. I would stand to be the interruption in his life, the sole water bearer, the only cradle, and the only whisper in the day and in the night.

I would want to stand by him, lose him and get him and get him back, die and be born again, in one lifetime, within which, many more.

It is with this intention i set out to write. and, with such compelling reason against my own word, my faulty, prejudiced word, there stood a man, to him , i had vowed 7 births in a simple hindu way, but a soul more precious in this living world.


i set out to write poetry, for it holds more meaning than plain sentences. plain form of writing is n not enough!