In midst of everything me, and everything mine, lies a certain scent of anonymity. Little known, never seen, nameless and unexplained it stands. Like a wall, a piece of stone, unresolved, unknown. No shadow, no sympathy. No feet, no voice. In silentium it stands.
Midst everything me and everything mine.
Midst everything me and everything mine.
posted by Sharad Ragas at 4:40 PM
6 Comments:
waking up to 'nothing' and
the stranger 'you'
does it manifest itself such...
Phew!! If I were sitting in a classroom with you, I would have hated you.. you are the kid who knows all the answers. =p
P.S. I might have asked you this before, kindly excuse me if I did, but do you know me (in person)?
No, I do not know you in person.. (never laid eyes on you, even) Found the link in atlantean's blog and the name sounded familiar.. and then I recollected reading you in musings. Thats it!! :)
Hehe.. thank you for the clarification. In which case, for the sake of decency, I should let you know that I am a lil more sane in person. No, am not really a crazy-person!! =)
"more sane in person"
and you think, this blog projects the opposite?
in that case, I wonder... why the disparity?
There is no disparity, that I know of at least. Most of the things written here, are generally an immediate result of conversations with people who read this blog, most, if not all, of whom already know me. So, to an unacquainted person, some of these ramblings may seem a lil incomprehensible or (for a lack of better word) looney!! =)
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