A lazy afternoon, wrapped in the lethargy of a whole night andmorning spent at office. Fortunately it is a holiday, so I can be comparativelyat ease. (Only comparatively as already new work has started piling up!) I wantto start reading the new collection of poems ‘the great enigma’ by TomasTranstromer. Had bought it a few days back but couldn’t start it because of thework load.
And at around 6 in the morning when I (finally) unwrappedthe book, I could’ve started with the foreword or the first poem, but then I sawthe bookmark in the middle and was curious to know what poem it’ll be at. Turnedout as if it was meant for me, prompting me to update my facebook status andshare it with the world: Its 6am, I’vejust reached home from office and found these words by Transtromer waiting forme. “The law of gravity presses| us| against our work by day and againstour beds by night.” For a writer, there isno work or home and day or night…
The title for the post comes from my love’s comment onthe above mentioned update. Thanks Dee! And you can read Transtromer’s completepoem here on my other blog: http://goo.gl/A4vKa OR my facebook page: http://goo.gl/05duH OR the new Google+ page: http://goo.gl/ZUow4 🙂
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.