Friday, November 3, 2006

Well, I just about managed to be completely forgotten after all. However, there exists an alcove just like the one I am unable to get rid of, yes, it’s just that it ain’t mine. In that forgotten cranny sits someone that once was me. I deliberate that my alcove be forgotten for it causes me too much pain for existing, however, it seems the other alcove that I daresay is counterpart to mine is not even cared about and hence is completely lost, passed by when looking at other places nearby and thusly whatever or whoever occupies it as well. And yes such is thy fate, Mr. Sharma, no questions allowed, and no apologies for the inconvenience. But well, there certainly are disturbances that must be attended to at times, questions aren’t answered but the questioner has to be put down.
Ahem…
Yes I understand why there were no explanations for reminiscence in situations most impertinent to me, for my space here is looked at and maybe frequently as well, but that must remain clandestine, removed from my direct knowledge. However, it seems to me deducing some facts is a simple job at times, for there can be not two times strikingly similar coincidences or maybe I have been kicked again in the balls as I’d put it, for deducing a conclusion as such. But I believe I haven’t been, not this time.
I do not accuse anyone, neither do I complain, I merely state a fact that I believe is a correct inference.
I never intended to write concerning a singular person here, even then, do you see what you made me do?
Tell me, do I lie?
Cheers for the truth.
I hope all will cheer, will you?

Sudhir Sharma