Out of Context
I am out of context. Out of step. Out of time. Out of synch. Wanting Bollywood videos. Bollywood Barbie. Bollywood Bride. Missing traffic. Traction. Travel. Wishing for gardens in the cool night. Everest beer. Roaring fires. Snow-capped peaks. Architecture. Sculpture. Kathmandu. Patan. Bhaktapur. Carved wood. Carved stone. Carved lives. Did my friends fall in love or were their marriages arranged? Vivid vermilion marked foreheads. Vishnu. Anonymity. Altruism. Annoyances. Imperfections. Recklessness. Fecklessness.When I am out of context. Out of step. Out of time. Out of synch. I yearn. And am left yearning.
posted by Lucia @ 11:14 PM
9 Comments:
Bet your little dog is glad you're home.
lovely, evocative -- it seems in union with and longing for all at once
yum. i so know what you are describing, and even more so for you, who leaves little pieces of herself all over this big world, and a heart split up in so many ways must get lonely for it's missing bits.
Oh, I hear you... probably more than you realize! I woke up this morning, yearning for Thailand outside my window. It was .. where I am.
Someday, eh?
Peace,
~Chani
Aww.. beautifully put!
BTW Netflix has a decent collection of bollywood videos.
I love reading your blog so much - it's so interesting and I never know what I am going to see when I visit.
And your writing is really wonderful. Thank you for sharing.
Makes me want to be there too.
Lucia, revel in being out of context. It can be the most exhilarating feeling in the world. Lose your identity and discover your true essence.
I'm actually not smoking anything right now. I swear. ;)
Lucia,
ineed to comment all your posts, but am doing here. as an artist from india, i quite understand what you ahve left unsaid.
come, lets meet up at my place:
chandrasart.blogspot.com
if u come to nepal again, come to me in india.
warm wishes
chandra
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