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The Clown

"At times I wonder, if I'm behind that colorful mask that I wear. Perhaps, I don't have a face. It's just a procession of hundred eyes trying to see inside me.... where I'd stopped existing a long time back. But if you smile you'll probably find me in one corner of your eyes."


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The Poetess & A Fool

She said she loved him because he was symbolical to a line that stretched to infinity from both sides of her life.

"A line does always start from a point", she said. "... And then, it rolls on to places unknown on the opposite directions - to an ultimate unending. You're just like that."

"Well, that's fine", he replied "but I still don't get why you love me. I mean, shouldn't you rather fall in love with a line?"

"Actually, I had. There was a time when I loved the line passionately. But then, I came to realize that what I was really looking for in the line was some property in a man I could possibly fall in love with. And I kept searching until I found you."

"So, you wouldn't have loved me if I wasn't ... ummm... like a line?"

"O, what a foolish question. You couldn't have been anything but a replica of the line. It's your essence. I'd always love you."

And for the first time, he felt sad that she loved him.

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  • Blogger jem says so:
    6/18/2007 3:27 AM  

    Theres a lot of truth in that last point. The fact that often what people love about us is a thing that disappoints us about ourselves. top

  • Blogger The Clown says so:
    6/18/2007 3:31 AM  

    ... And perhaps, that sadness is just as important as love.

    Smile. top