Existential Absurd

I have been living for 6 months in the Southern part of India (Can I call it South India without sounding like a North Indian pig?). Meeting and observing people from the vagaries of life is so exciting. Often the people I have met have Hindi as their 3 rd or 4 th language. While conversing, they will definitely try to bring in a few Hindi catch phrases so as to sound more relatable. What’s the most common catch phrase they use? Nahi yaar What’s the most common words they use? Par, lekin and nahi. So is it true that we catch the negative words first? I remember, when I was in Gujarat, my favorite line was “Upartho nathi”. What’s my go to phrase in the local language? “Ondu nimisha”. phew..takes my breath away. I have always heard it when someone wants to stop someone from talking. I use it randomly anywhere I wish. And of course, Neevu kare madutiruvu. Auto response on phone calls rules my life.

If love can be a place, for me, it will always be Humayun’s Tomb in New Delhi. The grandeur of the place is enchanting, seductive and peaceful. The green gardens pull you to the ground, to touch and caress the grass. The central water fountains are filled with lustful waters and one will be very lucky to sit with his feet inside it.   The red stone has aged gracefully, which gives a might splendour to the entire structure. Nothing beats an afternoon spent there, lying on the grass and watching squirrels play.  The truth which everyone ignores is that the monument is still a tomb. An epic, representing death of someone great.  As I dreamt today, I was at the very same place by night. Without any moonlight, the place screamed with terrible terror. The giant roofs of the tomb look miles away. My whispers echoed through the gardens. The fountain seemed to be filled with viscous black oil, unflinching. The squirrels appeared nowhere. The red stones were painted...