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There comes along a beautiful
moment,
ever so rarely, when
it is possible to have a lake with three bottoms
Just like a virgin silence
unreachable to hands, legs and reasons
and imagined without excuses,
it helps you remember time
before the beginnings and after the ends
I am in love with that moment of our times
When the Old Madras Road waits for the company
of slow walking men and women
stranded near noisy night clubs
When a traveling friend calls up
to know the score updates of a one day match
Days and nights away from home,
When an old coin earmarked by mother for prosperity
Resurfaces on my palm
from the shambles of a cupboard
There comes along a beautiful moment,
ever so rarely, when
a dream can be killed without any blood being spilt*
* - Milan Kundera in 'Life is Elsewhere'
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