Last night there was a storm raging outside. Even the room door that felt like lead flung open; the bathroom door was banging gently, its latch squeaking like a high-pitched singer on a rusty record.
The wind howled…it reminded me of so many Hindi films…films where candles would madly flicker, curtains billow like pregnant women, trees sway like drunken dancers.
“Do you believe in ghosts?” asked someone on the phone.
“Friendly ghosts.”
“But you do?”
I don’t know. If I ran my finger through the flame I would stub it. If I saw through the curtains all would appear hazy. And the trees would not pause to let me touch the dew on them.
The only ghosts I know then are the ones I carry within me.
5 comments:
The ones inside are referred to as demons. Ghosts on the other hand, are fragments of imagination - the ones that creep out from under the bed in the wee hours of the dark and fill the room with images and sounds and smells and whiffs of cool wind. They live in the chasm between reality and that what is darkness; then like parasites, slowly and insidiously, they creep into the labyrinths of the mind and blur the boundary between the real and the imagined - till the light is switched on.
FV:
ogres they may be but spooky they are not, especially if they are buried deep inside.
Farzana needs a long vacation in the West. USDollar is pretty low nowadays!
She is creative and provocative and I am sure she can learn a thing or two from bloggers of "Umrika. "
Kamath
Anon:
Thank you for the educative comment on ghosts. Do you ind if I continue to call them ghosts and not demons even if they reside inside me? It IS like looking under the bed...
PS:
They can spook one out. What is deep within can spring many surprises.
Kamath:
Huh? If she is creative and provocative what is it that 'Umrikee' bloggers will reach her that she does not already know? About just how low you can get? The dollar, that is!
:)
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