JUST LIKE THAT

A short conversation the other day with a friend, who knows me for quite a long time and regularly reads my blogs ….She always has a hundred questions to ask, its almost like an interview, a friendly interview for that matter, and I can be ‘JUST LIKE THAT’…and hence I like it.

She: Devika, you write so less these days….seldom share a real thought of yours...and the short poems that you write takes me places, but I reach no where….I loved, the latest “I shall choose…” at Certain Kind

Me: Thought, its all over for me….I don’t think these days….and I don’t write poems to take you anywhere.... (Me smiles)

She: stop this kidding....You are too lazy or you fear…

Me: I don’t disagree either way

She: And I always wanted to ask -- can’t you write those sensuous stuff..I had enjoyed some of your earlier writings...and you never published them

Me: ha! that was perhaps I myself was sensuous then...

She: No, seriously….i think a woman writer should never restrict herself….

Me: Yeah, I too think so….and as for me, I like a fine womanly sensuousness that comes in her writings….not those violent debauchery in the name of sensuousness…But well, now I can no longer place myself there….

She: May be you can refine those old writings and publish them

Me: I can -- not interested, though

She: But you love reading them?

Me: I do, especially those which come with a romantic nuance…
But now I have reached the stage in reading…where it’s the 'body of her writings' that appeals me -- NOT the 'writings of her body'....as someone said

She: You are a bit too much…sometimes

Me: I never asked you to munch me!

We ended that conversation there…..and then, it drifted to the characters of a movie we both have seen….and it went on to the next…I enjoy my time with her, as I love her. And I publish this for her, who sought anonymity for herself.

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Photo: Portrait of Two Women, 1914; Diego Rivera:
Source: http://www.fbuch.com/cubism.htm


* I doubt if that my original thought...may be I read it somewhere....or may be its mine...