Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

The Female Mirage "It is possible to die." These words kept playing in my head last night, after watching 'The Hours', for the nth time. I know what those words mean, I have felt them many times before in my life. But when Virginia Woolf (in the movie, played by Nicole Kidman) utters those words to herself, she doesn't realise that she is talking about more than the dying of a body. I have read 'Mrs Dalloway', 'To the Lighthouse', and 'A Room of One's Own'. As a literature student, I know where she stands, much seperated from Joyce, even though both were writing in the same stream-of-consciousness style. She was part of the Bloomsbury school in England. Why is that she chose to die, when Joyce or Proust didn't? She was as much as an intellectual as the rest of them on the literary scene in London, but she always felt much more unappreciated than the others. Because she was a woman, and though she chose to balance her career and popu

Movement And it's time to light a lamp once again. Dispell those shadows that you were so afraid of last night. Come sweet self, don't be so hard. You did nothing wrong at all. Don't sit too long in the room by yourself, and mourn the passing season. Look around, winter will be here, soon, and just like last year, you'll find a reason to smile. Come on, shake yourself up. Walk to the window Let the new wind in. And it's time to close a door once again.

Good Night I've been getting these dreams and they're driving me crazy, Bringing back my past, From the cold winds of the dark. I see green lakes, and people I've known. See Gods fighting for the foot of my throne. Waking up, feeling blue, the wrong side of the bed, the wrong position too. I don't know where else to go, If sleep can't bring my escape, I'll have to bring down the curtain on my colourful freak show. In a half sleep, there are faces I see. Most of the times, they are different faces of me. I guess I'll learn to stay awake. I guess I'll learn again to cry. This time, I'll follow the road. This time, I'll fall from the sky. I'll see you in some other life, This time, I'll have short hair, and you'll still love me darling. Even when I ain't there. Come, I won't say goodbye to you. There's no point saying good night. You can't run away from dreams. Even if they don't fit you right.