Wednesday 27 January 2010

Bittersweetness.

I was sorting through old letters and cards the other day, and I came across this one birthday card Ma had given my father, many years back.
She'd written, "You are getting old, soon you shall have to wear your trousers rolled. Maybe there is even a bald spot in the middle of your hair. But my hair is greying, too. I shall be there with you, together we shall eat peaches, and walk upon the beach. You are my best love. Happy Birthday."
(Anyone who's read Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock will understand the allusions here.)
It's funny how life can be so bittersweet sometimes. *sigh*








8 comments:

Sulagana Biswas said...

hi, i just stumbled on your blog. are you ananda da and parama di's daughter? i remember meeting two kids circa 1998 named tuna and guppy, named so because their father ananda was a piscean.

Magically Bored said...

@ Tumpa: Yes, I'm very much that person, Guppy is my brother. Who are you?

Vagabond said...

Such a beautiful post. :)

little boxes said...

a beautiful thought.
both yours and aunty's.

Sulagana Biswas said...

you wouldn't remember me, you were too young! i met you and your family at your relatives. you were this tiny kid with your nose inside a book. good to see you've turned out so well. and really sorry to know about your dad. take care, god bless.

Magically Bored said...

@ Tumpa: Thank you, but would you mind telling me your name? I might just remember you, and I'd like to tell Ma anyway. In any case, blasts from the past are always nice!

CheshireCat said...

*insert that little heart sign that I don't know how to do*
=)

storyteller said...

You are my favorite person, you probably know that no?