"People always think they know other people, but they don't. Not really. I mean, maybe they know things about them, like they won't eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don't know what their friend do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or if they feel fucked up and sad for no reason at all."
From here. Does anyone know what book this is?
I know I will hate it and find you really tedious, but I promise I won't abandon you.
I read this poem in a book years ago, and it always stayed with me. It popped up in GReader's shared items some days back. Reproduced below, for your reading pleasure.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Because I can't find the quotes I actually wanted to put up tonight, a forward I got some years back.
“It must be a dreadful thing to be accused of wrongdoing when one is guilty. When one is innocent it is intolerable. No, that is not a powerful enough word. It is... soul-shattering."
This song has been an utter favourite ever since I head it in my early teens. The entire Ab ke Sawan album is a treasure trove, but this song is extra awesome. Especially these two paras:
Rishta jo chahe rooth jaye, par manane aaye,
Aankho mein ho seelan magar, muskurane aaye,
Patton sa na ud jaye, shaamon sa na dhal jaye,
Bujhte huye raaston pe, ummeed sa jal jaye,
Phool sa murjhaye na, khushboo ki ho baat.
Rishta woh jisme dooriyaan ho, saans aaye jaye,
Tera bhi apna bhi geet ho, woh bhi koi geet gaye,
Khud ko mitana na chahe, tujhko badalna na chahe,
Jaisa bhi hai tu tujhko vaise hi jo apnaye...
Sigh. Whatte awesome. Can you blame me for being in love with Prasoon Joshi?
Sent to me by my boss.
Makes sense, given my anxiety about turning 26 in less than a month.
