Posted by: oho November 15, 2007
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Sumoff,
Saw this piece this afternoon, could not resist. I agree with you that the detail is the story and detailed it is. Loved every sentence of this story. This story is more poetic than any other. If I could give you pulitzer for the following lines, i would;
- For a moment, they all forgot that they did not have the luxury of time to be shocked, or to be distressed.
- “He just shouted for help seconds ago.†Pallu vocalized her hope, triggering a response to and from her own frozen self.
- Sunil kept on staring at his mother. Words failed him. But like no actor in the world could, his eyes portrayed the most authentic role of a man’s desire to be alive. Suspicious of permanent darkness that it might lead to, his eyes refused to blink.
- It was too early to rationalize whether it was too late to grieve. The short time she had spent in her son’s room had clogged her mind with too many questions. At that moment, she feared nothing more than her own questions, because she knew her questions were answerable.
- Everyone paused in their listening pose, as if they wanted a still photograph of their curiosity.
- The blank that their faces drew hinted only confusion. There was no trace of anger in their expressions. Having sustained so many spasms in so little time, their face muscles were too tired to stretch for a new sensation.
- When he saw Sunil resting on the floor surrounded by his traumatized family, in spite of being very close to them, he refrained from making any impulsive comments. He chose to be a doctor because that felt easier.
- Kriti had somehow managed to keep a stiff upper lip. Because every time she cried, it felt therapeutic, and she did not want to be healed so quickly.
I completely agree bro that travelling is just not reaching the destination, it's how you get there. You take us there fine. When is the other part due?
Saw this piece this afternoon, could not resist. I agree with you that the detail is the story and detailed it is. Loved every sentence of this story. This story is more poetic than any other. If I could give you pulitzer for the following lines, i would;
- For a moment, they all forgot that they did not have the luxury of time to be shocked, or to be distressed.
- “He just shouted for help seconds ago.†Pallu vocalized her hope, triggering a response to and from her own frozen self.
- Sunil kept on staring at his mother. Words failed him. But like no actor in the world could, his eyes portrayed the most authentic role of a man’s desire to be alive. Suspicious of permanent darkness that it might lead to, his eyes refused to blink.
- It was too early to rationalize whether it was too late to grieve. The short time she had spent in her son’s room had clogged her mind with too many questions. At that moment, she feared nothing more than her own questions, because she knew her questions were answerable.
- Everyone paused in their listening pose, as if they wanted a still photograph of their curiosity.
- The blank that their faces drew hinted only confusion. There was no trace of anger in their expressions. Having sustained so many spasms in so little time, their face muscles were too tired to stretch for a new sensation.
- When he saw Sunil resting on the floor surrounded by his traumatized family, in spite of being very close to them, he refrained from making any impulsive comments. He chose to be a doctor because that felt easier.
- Kriti had somehow managed to keep a stiff upper lip. Because every time she cried, it felt therapeutic, and she did not want to be healed so quickly.
I completely agree bro that travelling is just not reaching the destination, it's how you get there. You take us there fine. When is the other part due?