It was raining heavily when we were having
that coffee. She had not spoken a bit from the time she entered my room. She
just sat staring outside the window and I sat seeing her, silence surrounded
our being.
'Before a story starts again, I felt the old ones should
end,' she broke the silence suddenly. 'Closing the chapters had never been that
easy you know, cause there's always a new story to tell, be the pages be old.
Moreover, the so-called old ones are so close to your heart, that you dun jus
wanna let them go.'
She stopped, sighed for a while, looked at
me and then started saying again,'And yeah they do reveal and come up with some
new insights every time you get through those old pages…But ends are always
ends -better for everyone I guess. You can't take the dead sculpos with you for
long,' she was saying.
She always narrated things in this way I thought to myself,with some figures, with the anecdotes and with those some parts/ plays/
