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A quick tale 150

At Ease

I can see you looking at me. With sympathy in your eyes. I'm sure you are wondering what I look forward to in each day. After all, how different can the ceiling look from one day to the next? You feel sorry for me and you come and sit next to me. You tell me about your job, your family, your plans, your future as you hold my hand. You believe this is going to make me feel better. I'm alright, I try to tell you, don't pity me. I too was chasing dreams once. But I'm happy with the way things are going now. I lie back and think about things past. People long gone. No, I don't yearn for the old days. They were stormy and wild. I have good memories and I'm content to be where I am today. It's my time to reflect. I just wish my knees wouldn't hurt so much.


Mad Mad said…
Why am I reminded of the song "Father and Son"?
Anonymous said…
sentimental without the sentimental elements
Vivified Visage said…
I echo anoymous's..sentiments.
Deepa said…
god story and a good comment, Anon. When your comment is so good, what prevents you from leaving your name?
tilotamma said…
I always wonder about that myself DeepA
Anonymous said…
but many are not so content, and some do crave the sympathy. and hence we still guilt and pain with their pain.

tilo: people have many reasons to be anonymous. i have done so myself in your blog, for the reasons that my blog's readership shouldnt expand, and also, maybe my comment sometimes if associated with all my others in other blogs, would be unwelcome/unresponded to.

am sure the anon above had other reasons, though. he/she could have just not had the patience to.
Priya said…

BTW, congratulations on the one-and-a-half century of QT! :-) Way to go! **shakes hand**
Anonymous said…
well we have a quick tale of sorts by the second anon ;-)

fire eater

p.s-ammani bore adikudhu if i keep thinking for every post that you can't better this one and then you do
you rock!
Aarthi said…
God forbid, but I get this feeling that this might be your last QT.

is it ?
tilotamma said…
she's back, yuhoo...
B o o said…
ammani - are you back?!
Me said…
Anonymous said…
I was alarmed to see the blog gone into hibernation and with no option even to comment, no archives -
was I glad to see it today!

Im a regular reader- tho I rarely comment, but it is my earnest request ammani, that u pls do not put u'r blog to sleep...
Take care
warm rgds
Ardra said…
oops! the anon comment above was mine!
anantya said…
ohh. i'm sooo relieved to see stuff back. i was totally alarmed to see everything gone, and i couldn't even comment or see an email add to write you something. i thought you had been hacked.

i really hope you're doing okay. missed ur writing terribly.
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Now and Then

"Now that I'm fifty-seven",
My mother used to say,
"Why should I waste a minute?
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Doing the things I ought to
Simply because I should?
Now that I'm fifty-seven
I'm done with that for good."

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Just as she might have been at
Fifty-three or fifty-four

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(And I have to bite my tongue)
That if you mean to learn a skill
It's well worth starting young

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For fifty, I've begun
To do exactly as I please
Now that I'm thirty-one.

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