Random Scribblings
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Lost Soul
I am attached to one confused traveler through a desert. And I have for company a floating body of equally clueless drifters. I am not quite sure how I happened to get myself here though. Last I can remember, I was meandering through the annals of time. A mute, detached attestant, testifying as one event lapsed and its effects percolated to form another. For that was what time was in those good old days: a passage from one incident to another. The incidents themselves, I don’t seem to vividly remember them now. I only have some evasive recollections. My memory must me failing me I suppose. And that because I have my hands full keeping watch on the girl.
It was some twenty odd years back, (that’s the way they keep time in the desert), that this little odd girl, just another bundle of matter, which presto became my dwelling place for sometime to come. That’s the way with all cosmic changes. Its sudden with no transit phase. And I embarked on the journey of being testifier to the girl’s adventures and non-adventures ( her perspective ) while she makes that little journey across to the watering hole. The journey, assorted with zestful consequentiality. Its really a novelty though, this witnessing on the micro level. Still, I do have time to catch up with kindred souls time to time. Perhaps we could trade juicy anecdotes on the wayfarers that our subjects are.
