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Noir flights of fancy

When I was ten, I visited Egypt. Our hotel room in Cairo overlooked the pyramids. While my parents unpacked and my brother scarfed the camel-milk toffees on the pillows, I looked through the picture windows. There, within reach, the sun shone down upon three monuments that symbolized all that was haunting, timeless, and fearful. The Pyramids, to my ten year old mind that wanted to be a writer, seemed to whisper curses. One that I heard with my back to the world was: 'Someday, when you find your story, words will fail you.'

It has been several decades since. I will never forget the Pyramids. It is not possible. To me, pyramids are the accursed paradox. They damn you to forget and then tease you to remember. No-one but me will understand what I'm writing about now. Because I'm writing in the last gasp of the victim who's about to name her murderer.


Today, I was traveling through the Vashi highway. A man lay sprawled in the middle of the road with steel utensils thrown asunder. He was dead. Some distance from there, a dead dog obstructed the traffic. If you stood in the middle somewhere, you could see the man and the dog lying in the same line.

City, death, roads - the great levelers.

And it's dangerous to visit the Pyramids if you can decipher the unheard. I would explain what I mean, but words fail me.


Comments

Hemant said…
But what is harm in accepting biggest truth of life?
Khakra said…
I saw pyraminds from the top of a plane -- it was a terrible view -- but the pilot wouldn't allow me to jump out for a close view
Mukta Raut said…
Hi Hemant,

Nope..no harm at all. In fact, very essential.

Hi Khakra!

You don't say! (W---I---D--E grin)
Nagesh Pai said…
I got your words, Nefertiti... Ramses will help you :-)

His tomb only spells boons for you.. nay not forgetful curses.. Just focus on the tip of the pyramid and all the words under it will be taken care of


Regards
The Oracle
Khakra said…
you funky chicken! guaranteed, the leap to faith to the pyramids wouldn't have been as cool as your stunning grin...

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