Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

Do you ever feel as if each week repeats itself in the same manner? Almost like the movie 'Groundhog Day' . The point there was to relive the day till you realise the mistakes you make and get it right. The point of my week-month mundane trip is...well I don't know... I make minimal attempts to change the pattern because, really when I do, it feels like a waste of time, and I don't really seem to enjoy meeting friends and blowing money on booze and the same endless conversations about movies, cricket and extra terrestial life. This is how it goes: Monday: Get up at 7.30, put on the radio. Reach work early. Leave early. Watch The OC at 10 p.m. Sleep at 12. Tuesday: Get up at 8.30, put on the radio, cook lunch, have breakfast and read newspaper, water plants. Reach work late, leave late. Sleep at 1. Wednesday: Get up at 8.30, put on the radio, cook lunch, have breakfast and read newspaper, water plants. Reach work late, leave late. Sleep at 1. Thursday: Get up at 8.30, pu

Hold finger in the rough hand circle, brush shampooed hay hair, blink eyes, look up in awe, moan to show, how incomplete you are in your desire, cling to brown arms with spider webs, feed him all that your maternal best can offer disguise your intelligence in sympathy, nod in refusal when asked if you know, surrender a day for a year deprived of loneliness, ...shatter glass vases on wooden cupboards, hide your tears, and your expected weakness, wonder in disbelief how you wanted to meet his mother, cut yourself in agony over the smell of woman in his hair, walk away from the only hope of togetherness... ...laugh at the frivolity of his past declarations, hold head high and watch stars in the night alone, sing songs of Solomon as the self becomes two, live as you did before they came, watch them tie sacred threads on new necks, wish them happiness, fame, children... ...Look at him, and see a stranger you never saw before, To love a man is to forget yourself, till you forget him...