“What do you do other
than a job? What’s pass-time?” Sumitha asked that question casually while IBM
jobs.
“It was my dream to
publish a novel. I think it may...”
“Then, I need a hundred
autographs now itself.”
“Why hundred? One is not
enough?”
“No. I need a hundred so
that I can sell it and make a living out of that.” She said with a smile.
There was excitement in
hearing that. Tactfully I suppressed the eagerness. I was happy to hear
spontaneous words and expressed my gratitude for the kind words. But the
self-talk was different. ‘What kind of woman is this! Who knows? It should come
out properly right. Autograph, nonsense.’ I never told her that directly. The duality of mind. The excitement and the
act of controlling it. When certain people start the walk on oceans chasing
endless borders appearing so near, but so far, children from the seashores jump
and clap. Some others warn you of the dangers. What was her view from the sandy
coastline? I may paint new poems on the borders of the sea, the sky. However, I
accepted her words with a pleasant smile.
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