Introduction
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.
Me
I am
-Madhu-
Age of
-89-
Loves
-Ancient history, anthropology, dinosaurs, cryptozoology, serial killers, neurofibromatosis, LOST!, Bones, How I met Your Mother, The Nanny, Monk etc-
Hates
-Not having a job and being a slob-
Dreams
-No space to put them all in-
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Tuesday, May 29, 2007
In the turn of a second, what was seemingly a peaceful and happy moment morphed into a loud, scary and uncontrollable one. And my life turned into a storybook sentence. One thing I've learnt in my life today is to never EVER stand between your parents when they are in the middle of a HUGE conflict. It is absolutely stupid. Especially when both of your parents think that you are on the other's side. I understood what my dad was saying but what he did did not justify it. I sympathised with my mother but I seriously thought that she was asking for it. What was I supposed to do?
Once they started fighting, I went into my room as usual but there was nothing to do as it was totally empty so like a loser, I went into the hall again where my dad was and did what was the one thing I felt was safe to do at that moment: stare. Then, I went to my mum's room, where she was crying. I also stared and decided to leave after a while but she asked if I had drunk Milo. I figured that she wanted to talk so I replied and sat down. I told her to bring it up when Priya was back. She was a better person to handle this kind of thing. Then, she started crying and complained about my dad and I listened silently. I realise that I can listen but am totally terrible at offering consolation. Well, I did a pretty good job being the middle woman. At least we went out after that and the tension level was rising. They both avoided eye contact, let alone talk. I am so so relieved that I am back home (Bishan) and that they are not screaming their heads off anymore. I sure hope this never happens again! :(
Did I mention that I finished reading two books in a day? :)
The End
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