impressions

light dances on those translucent, white curtains-

there is something so magical about these curtains.

they are unmitigated & astoundingly pure;

i marvel

at the way they are pervious to the wind 

and let her mould them into corporeal forms.

because they look so happy, 

my heart sings along with every ephemeral change

i know their ultimate purpose is to conceal,

but with every strand of consciousness,

i still choose to believe in what i see-

the contrary will be too wrenching.

with doggedness, i pursue the view before me

i have only enough strength to continue forth.

i know one day i'll have to stop,

draw these curtains back

and face the ugliness of a world stripped bare of ideals.

but i am intransigent; 

or rather, i am too weak, & this is my mechanism of displaying strength.

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a list of things/impressions of my week thus far:

1. monday was wonderful: finally caught up with j after a long, long time. went back to the place we spent the "zenith" of our nov-dec holidays at, and it felt like time-travelling because everything seemed virtually unmitigated by time- the christmas decorations were similar & even the layout of the temporary stalls in the center of the mall were uncanny. was predicatably hit by a wave of nostalgia, because everything seemed so imperfectly perfect then when in retrospect. beef pie & hot chocolate in buck's classy christmas paper cup, mandatory m&s & times visit-- these are the little things that i will remember.ended off the evening with a tour of the school & taking extremely professional pair-fies (instead of selfies), especially the ones with the legendary sir. s. raf who was of course, in marble.

2. snd workday on tuesday was extremely blessed. we were all so spent by the end of it but learning all four dances (technically three because one belonged to our group) in the darkening amphi & panicking half-way through almost every dance with the music because of a forgotten step or two made the experience really enjoyable :-) learning & singing the batch'14 song as a "sample size for the j1s next year" reminded me so much of orientation & why i am so blessed to be part of this (new) journey. ended the day with comm dinner at j8's rooftop, which ended with a bang because of charades where (mainly) the girls went mad while the guys sat and laughed at us. some instinct tells me that these are the things that will comprise "nostalgia" in time to come. 

3.vacillation between reading, sleeping & studying for sats on wednesday before math, & a deepening impression that vociferous boys cook up a racket in a supposedly placid place so that you will notice them, but it often backfires because 1. noise is a mega turn-off, and associating oneself with a turn-off inevitably makes one one too 2. personally, i'll be more likely to notice quiet people 3. swearing right in front of me thinking it makes one look like a badass...i'll reserve my comments. 

4.finally finished murakami's norwegian wood today & i came to a self-drawn conclusion that i shall be avoiding murakami books for awhile. in the novels that i've read by him thus far, i've often been struck by the fluidity of his words & how he uses them (not even bombastic words but somewhat simplistic ones) with dexterity to create impressions that i've always lacked words to express myself, but through his books i've found myself falling prey to something. the way he normalises issues that are perhaps acceptable in japan are sort of a taboo not only in this society, but in the Word that i've been called to (try) to live by. everytime i am reading a murakami novel, i begin to find myself accepting these standards that are inherently warped (to me at least), and it's only when i contextualise them that i realise that they are anomalous in the form of a vice. i need to stop before the lines between the kingdom of the god and the world blur into one.

5. i also think that i need to stop drifting between "neither here nor there" and start living.