I am finding it hard to forget you.
The scent of your hand hasn't faded yet...I'm still waiting four spirit to reclaim the last of it.
I haven't forgotten you standing close behind me, hugging me, your arms around me.
Content. Satisfied.
How your hands seemed to belong with mine.
They used to find mine and hug them so gently.
Late morning. My nose would find the smell of breakfast with your face in line for the day's first kiss.
Why is it that these things never erase themselves and require so much effort to temporarily disappear?
All our small moments have collided into un-erasable data...stone masoned onto my fresh, biological heart.
Wednesday 27 November 2013
shaivite
When love presents itself: we fold
When love finds us: we hide
When love is in front of us: we undress it.
Love sprouted within me when I saw you. Nothing mattered in that moment, not the looks I got for even looking at you at that theatre. When I saw you something inside me opened up, like when Peter Pan finds his magick. Something lifted off me and I found myself in a place where everything made sense even though outside my bubble it would not.
I saw you how I wanted to see you. Bare with no gender. You were you and I was me. In that moment you were flawless, beyond measure.
In a funny way it felt like you had concubines at your sides, when I look back now, I could have said they had been. We played things cool in our conversation, from my side anyway, and made a move by exchanging numbers.
I left in a daze not understanding what happened to me: You had already happened and I hadn't known. The time between that moment at the theatre passed. Someone made a call, the other accepted a friend request and I caught a taxi to see you.
Without a thought about anything realistic, I knew I had to see you. I knew something was up with me, but I didn't know what. The thought of you made me blush: I didn't even have time to catch myself.
"Yes, I'm by the garage. (Big smile). I see you".
I notice you, but no-one else.
We walk to your house, meet everyone and relax in the cottage.
If you asked me the most nervous time I had with you: this was it.
Do you like me? When would you tell me? Should I show you that I like you?
I never even thought you if had someone special in your life. I didn't care. You were mine. I was sure the universe had approved and sent you, why else would we be here?
I never left.
In the days that followed we talked. We reasoned with love to let us in slowly, to let us be human, gentle. Moments after we couldn't tear ourselves away from the other. I had often counted my hours on this planet, since then...I have been counting my moments. For it was you that I spent long, lazy Sundays where I slowly learnt that love meant getting up a little before the other. We slept, walked and made love.
When love presents itself: I will not fold
When love finds us: I will not hide
When love is in front of me: I will wash its feet with waters from flowers.
When love finds us: we hide
When love is in front of us: we undress it.
Love sprouted within me when I saw you. Nothing mattered in that moment, not the looks I got for even looking at you at that theatre. When I saw you something inside me opened up, like when Peter Pan finds his magick. Something lifted off me and I found myself in a place where everything made sense even though outside my bubble it would not.
I saw you how I wanted to see you. Bare with no gender. You were you and I was me. In that moment you were flawless, beyond measure.
In a funny way it felt like you had concubines at your sides, when I look back now, I could have said they had been. We played things cool in our conversation, from my side anyway, and made a move by exchanging numbers.
I left in a daze not understanding what happened to me: You had already happened and I hadn't known. The time between that moment at the theatre passed. Someone made a call, the other accepted a friend request and I caught a taxi to see you.
Without a thought about anything realistic, I knew I had to see you. I knew something was up with me, but I didn't know what. The thought of you made me blush: I didn't even have time to catch myself.
"Yes, I'm by the garage. (Big smile). I see you".
I notice you, but no-one else.
We walk to your house, meet everyone and relax in the cottage.
If you asked me the most nervous time I had with you: this was it.
Do you like me? When would you tell me? Should I show you that I like you?
I never even thought you if had someone special in your life. I didn't care. You were mine. I was sure the universe had approved and sent you, why else would we be here?
I never left.
In the days that followed we talked. We reasoned with love to let us in slowly, to let us be human, gentle. Moments after we couldn't tear ourselves away from the other. I had often counted my hours on this planet, since then...I have been counting my moments. For it was you that I spent long, lazy Sundays where I slowly learnt that love meant getting up a little before the other. We slept, walked and made love.
When love presents itself: I will not fold
When love finds us: I will not hide
When love is in front of me: I will wash its feet with waters from flowers.
Wednesday 23 October 2013
This and that and some English
I've finding things to do these days....getting a job, studying for my TEFL and just random good things. My good things are crazy to some people...my favourite activities definitely include drinking tea. I look forward to sundowners with tea, reading a book anywhere, chatting with people I haven't seen in a while. I have been looking and definitely finding. Last week I found that if I don't meditate, I can't super focus. Things like that. I found myself looking at my poems/words in my phone.
The one I keep looking at:
Shiva loves and dies in ashes
Shiva loves and dies in ashes every time you look at me.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes when we greet.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes when we speak, afraid to address what concerns us the most.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes in our silences and the lines between them.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes of faded henna. Right between the pumpkin spinach and basmati. We let the moments go, our moments of touch. Lips. Neck. Back. Breasts. Skin. Toes. We lived the moments before thinking them. They have become a faded memory that we think only happened in each others thoughts.
Only when we see each other do we remember our downfalls. I have failed love's memory with you.
I haven't forgotten you but you have moved forward.
B.R
The one I keep looking at:
Shiva loves and dies in ashes
Shiva loves and dies in ashes every time you look at me.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes when we greet.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes when we speak, afraid to address what concerns us the most.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes in our silences and the lines between them.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes of faded henna. Right between the pumpkin spinach and basmati. We let the moments go, our moments of touch. Lips. Neck. Back. Breasts. Skin. Toes. We lived the moments before thinking them. They have become a faded memory that we think only happened in each others thoughts.
Only when we see each other do we remember our downfalls. I have failed love's memory with you.
I haven't forgotten you but you have moved forward.
B.R
Wednesday 7 August 2013
The Love House (ラブ ハウス)... 愛をこめて(Ai wo komete)
I have also found that the Love House can host my products there. So my products have a home in Pretoria and Jozi...I'll be with you soon. But these sisters have my back. It is an amazing space in Pretoria's Sunnyside. It seems for all those souls that do not fit into Pretoria's uppity crowd or house peeps, a place has been created for them.. If you ask me it is the perfect place for my heart to rest and gain strength before I leap out into the world.
Love is a worthy contender in today's capital driven world. Everywhere I look, love is becoming that thing you know is loosing value now and will be selling high one day. It is often easy for one to choose something either than love, it is just easier. But love asks us to look within ourselves. It asks us to love ourselves...find ourselves and even love others for the sake of ourselves. It is hard to give into that feeling honestly without trying to get something out...for most people. The rest of us that give it 100% get left behind on the side of the road like deer during hunting season...or cows in the middle of main roads in villages. We are left with our tongues out, eyes glazed...helpless till we get back on our feet.
It has occurred to me that after getting up, it may not be easy for me to love when I have intense hate. I have an intense hate for African men(South African...African specifically). Yeah! I said it. I really hate that I have this hate cause it means it will get in the way of my loving somehow. I don't think you can love unconditionally with some kind of hate in your heart. I am walking my way slowly out of it...one foot in front of the other...if only men could be kinder to me as I make the journey....
So if you are looking for Beading Dancer Products...you will find them at The Love House on De Kock street, Sunnyside, Pretoria. My journals, skin products and jewels.
Love. Ai. Lerato
Thursday 1 August 2013
New pics of new tings!!
My new products
I still have these African journals and you can email me to view other designs or specify the design. The skin products are also available. I have bath salts, scrubs, salves and foot polishes available.
Thursday 13 June 2013
ArtRising Part two....
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Again, we are pushing activism. We are doing our annual youth remembrance event in Soweto. This year we have scaled it down because we would like to really focus on the Media center at Thabisang and completing the interior design. We will be focusing on changing the space when schools close next week.
We invite those who want to see change in our schools to join us in the spirit of the youth of 76'. We continue to fight for African systems of education. Thus far no such thing exists, we are forced to learn primarily in English and in Western ways. The Education syllabus in South Africa is disgusting to say the least. The is no intergration of our indegenous cultures and cosmologies(including language). Yes one can say the youth can choose Zulu at school if they wish...but does that same youth use it till tertiary and in corporate South Africa? i think not. After the youth of 76' fought so hard, education still happens from an outsiders perspective. We, I am speaking as an Afrikan...not South African(whatever that is...cause anyone can be South African these day...except Africans). We are forced to learn other peoples languages from an early age, then we have to adopt their culture, then we have to submit to the Eurocentric-male dominated world of work that looks down on us still.
The Africa that some of us picture will not exist at this rate. The Africa that says you can learn African ways of being and doing things so we can come up with solutions that work for more than 60% of the country and not the minority.
Reflection:
I get up everyday and reject the corporate world because it does not speak to my vision of that Africa. I design, make and produce items that I believe call for a different interaction with this Africa. Most people do not get what I do because I am not subscribing to the usual: go to university, get a qualification and work for a white man. My spirit cannot subscribe to such. I think it is the cowards way out...I do not view myself as a half-way crook. Bass John can come to buy books from me for all I care...I handmake my journals and everything else, I dont see why people have to go to exclusive books to get expensive-carbon footprint costly items.
It is beyond me why Africans still look to the minority in the country for validation. I am all about loving other people and their culture(love it to bits) but I am for each of our nations standing up by themselves so that we can build life sustaining, life growing and seriously world changing work. But i dont think it will happen if we all try to be the next person instead of ourselves.
Nuff ranting:
Catch Artrising this weekend...changing our neighbourhoods one project at a time. Come support the indigo market this Sunday and begin different conversations about financial markets and trade as a whole.
Also if you are in the Kagiso(west rand) area, check out the youth March on the 17th from 8am. Kagiso's youth rising happened on the 17th and the activists in Eternal Beat(emancipation of thoughts) chose to celebrate it on that day.
Re gopola...batsha ba Aforika!
Tuesday 21 May 2013
Beading Dancer's pop-up shop
During the month of May I had the opportunity to open my pop-up shop in different markets.
The French Market
The french style market happened earlier in the month at the French Alliance in Parkview opposite Zoo lake, Johannesburg. The market happens when it happens. I was selling my latest products and met a lot of interesting people. There was a lady selling cheese and a condiment made from port to accompany the cheese. A lot of french people make their way here cause it also happens to be a french school.
Living Room Eco-Faire
The eco-faire was the first of its kind at the Living Room in Maboneng District on Main street Johannesburg. The eco-faire had workshops on guerilla gardening and raw food. The chef in the picture made some gastronomical raw cheesecakes and cookies as well as raw lasagne made from raw baby marrow. I could marry this man based on his cooking skills, that's how good he is!
There will be another faire at the end of the month.
The Living Room is at the top of the building and has a green feel about it(besides the plants that hang and grow everywhere).
Ambush was also there with some words to think about, songs and plants for sale. Ambush people are plant people and you can sometimes find them guerilla gardening on the side of the road or abandoned places.
The Design Exhibitions(with a side order of tea and bakes).
This time we will be hosting the exhibition indoors in town. The last three have been in my garden and Norscot Manor in Fourways. This one will be over two days.
We feature different designers who make different items.
RainQueen Creations
This lady is amazing. Kebo's clothing label makes grounded, accentric clothing that inspire the goddess in you. She sources the best organic fabric for her items and incorporates her own style. She also has handmade crotchet bags, belts and clothing that her mother makes from scratch with her design instruction.
These are my items...Beading Dancer. A mix of some modern and traditional materials...with a lot of stones.
Lilliana Transplanter
Linzi makes items from upcycled material like old tyres and shoe soles to make purses, flip-flops and gloves. She also uses trees to make earrings and accessories. Lilliana also crotchets water bottle holders. Her other products include painting on reclaimed wood. This lady is the definition of green.
I.C Timeless
Themba makes anything out of leather...i do believe you can ask him to make leather spoons! This man makes bags, belts, shoes, earrings and even decor. He uses 100% leather in different colours. I wear his creations all the time!
All of these designers can be googled or facebooked...but if you come through to the exhibition you might be sure to find them or we can get you in touch with them.
Hope to see you at the next one to catch up over some tea!
New products!!!!
Check out my new products...handmade journals and skin products...straight from the case!
The French Market
The french style market happened earlier in the month at the French Alliance in Parkview opposite Zoo lake, Johannesburg. The market happens when it happens. I was selling my latest products and met a lot of interesting people. There was a lady selling cheese and a condiment made from port to accompany the cheese. A lot of french people make their way here cause it also happens to be a french school.
Living Room Eco-Faire
The eco-faire was the first of its kind at the Living Room in Maboneng District on Main street Johannesburg. The eco-faire had workshops on guerilla gardening and raw food. The chef in the picture made some gastronomical raw cheesecakes and cookies as well as raw lasagne made from raw baby marrow. I could marry this man based on his cooking skills, that's how good he is!
There will be another faire at the end of the month.
The Living Room is at the top of the building and has a green feel about it(besides the plants that hang and grow everywhere).
Ambush was also there with some words to think about, songs and plants for sale. Ambush people are plant people and you can sometimes find them guerilla gardening on the side of the road or abandoned places.
The Design Exhibitions(with a side order of tea and bakes).
This time we will be hosting the exhibition indoors in town. The last three have been in my garden and Norscot Manor in Fourways. This one will be over two days.
We feature different designers who make different items.
RainQueen Creations
This lady is amazing. Kebo's clothing label makes grounded, accentric clothing that inspire the goddess in you. She sources the best organic fabric for her items and incorporates her own style. She also has handmade crotchet bags, belts and clothing that her mother makes from scratch with her design instruction.
These are my items...Beading Dancer. A mix of some modern and traditional materials...with a lot of stones.
Lilliana Transplanter
Linzi makes items from upcycled material like old tyres and shoe soles to make purses, flip-flops and gloves. She also uses trees to make earrings and accessories. Lilliana also crotchets water bottle holders. Her other products include painting on reclaimed wood. This lady is the definition of green.
I.C Timeless
Themba makes anything out of leather...i do believe you can ask him to make leather spoons! This man makes bags, belts, shoes, earrings and even decor. He uses 100% leather in different colours. I wear his creations all the time!
Hope to see you at the next one to catch up over some tea!
New products!!!!
Check out my new products...handmade journals and skin products...straight from the case!
Tuesday 16 April 2013
New work
I am busy dabbling with making journals. These journals are made with African fabric on upcycled cardboard. So basically they are fly and upcycled. I will be making new items this month and the old designs are going on sale. So let me know whats up or what you are into or when you want me to roll through.
I am also painting if there are interested parties.
I will post up pics as soon as I can.
Wednesday 13 February 2013
Hakama-hakama-hakama...desu ne!
Hakama ne!
I am sooo excited about wearing this thing it is weird. The happiness has enveloped me. I think I like dress up...dressing up in a yukata and an obi and now a hakama. Whilst no one has taught me to tie it, I think I haven't done a bad job, but I am trying to get it right each time I put it on.
I did realise that there is a booty bump at the back that is apart of it. I am an Afrikan woman and I am gifted in that area so it is always tricky putting on traditional Japanese garb because you are supposed to look flat with no curves...and I have been favoured in those areas.
Please let me know what you think...or even if you have info on reducing the booty bump let me know.
I am trying to find a combination that works for me...this are my choices:
I am sooo excited about wearing this thing it is weird. The happiness has enveloped me. I think I like dress up...dressing up in a yukata and an obi and now a hakama. Whilst no one has taught me to tie it, I think I haven't done a bad job, but I am trying to get it right each time I put it on.
I did realise that there is a booty bump at the back that is apart of it. I am an Afrikan woman and I am gifted in that area so it is always tricky putting on traditional Japanese garb because you are supposed to look flat with no curves...and I have been favoured in those areas.
Please let me know what you think...or even if you have info on reducing the booty bump let me know.
I am trying to find a combination that works for me...this are my choices:
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| The black formal |
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| The booty bump |
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| The purple |
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| The purple |
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| The blue |
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| The blue |
Monday 11 February 2013
hakama frenzy!!!!
I will be greaduating soon...in the next two weeks actually. I still do not have a complete outfit for this thing. I am trying to wear the hakama that I bought in japan. It is a piece of vintage I found one day. It is heavily patterned or embroyderd so I am having a problem finding fabric for the hakamanaka(the inner) to match it.
I did think of a grey or light blue...which would be a little on the male side...then I am recently thinking of nepales buddhist colours which are navy, mustard and maroon. These colours I do not mind cause I like them. This is an example of a hakama...from Kyoko's blog. Mine has a lot of details though...
I am, as usual, hunting for the perfect fabric in jozi. I went to the Oriental plaza some weeks ago...thought I found something. Today I came from Fionas in Randburg...slim pickin's I'm afraid. I will be off to market street in jozi tomorrow just to look for the last time. I need to have the fabric sent to Mase(my seamstress and fashion guru) by mid week.
Things are looking a little less than great. But it will come...cause this time I would like to feel some pride at the graduation despite the racism at the college...yet again. That is why I didn't want to go to it last time...and this time is different cause I appreciate my life moment for moment...so actually I do not have a choice but to acknowledge the work and sweat that went into this. And how far I have come as a spirit. I will be thanking the universe for bringing me to this point in my life.
Can't wait!!!I will take pictures...won't promise to put them up...cause I don't do most things I promise on this blog.
I did think of a grey or light blue...which would be a little on the male side...then I am recently thinking of nepales buddhist colours which are navy, mustard and maroon. These colours I do not mind cause I like them. This is an example of a hakama...from Kyoko's blog. Mine has a lot of details though...
I am, as usual, hunting for the perfect fabric in jozi. I went to the Oriental plaza some weeks ago...thought I found something. Today I came from Fionas in Randburg...slim pickin's I'm afraid. I will be off to market street in jozi tomorrow just to look for the last time. I need to have the fabric sent to Mase(my seamstress and fashion guru) by mid week.
Things are looking a little less than great. But it will come...cause this time I would like to feel some pride at the graduation despite the racism at the college...yet again. That is why I didn't want to go to it last time...and this time is different cause I appreciate my life moment for moment...so actually I do not have a choice but to acknowledge the work and sweat that went into this. And how far I have come as a spirit. I will be thanking the universe for bringing me to this point in my life.
Can't wait!!!I will take pictures...won't promise to put them up...cause I don't do most things I promise on this blog.
Monday 4 February 2013
anger and blossoms
Anger and change
I recently went to an interview for a teaching position...I was totally excited for about...oh....since i tried applying. Prior to my interview I exchanged a lot of emotional stuff...actually all from one side. This affected my interview...and more importantly the way I view people at this organisation. It is weird to think that I had always felt sidelined and ignored but couldn't put my finger on what the problem was.
I have been doing a lot of searching as to why people would be angry at a person to a point where insults are thrown in. I have recently been learning to control my emotions through meditation. So anger has become an almost foreign emotion. I think it is important to look at why you say things in the midst of an argument or disagreement.
For me it was totally traumatising and I have since tried to see what other alternatives there are to this organisation. I think I have also give power to certain people because they give me a certain service or entertainment. I need to seek a different approach and also question why I truly want to be with certain people.
A street of a thousand blossoms
It really took a long time to read this book and by the time I finished reading it..I liked it. I think I took the authors name into account when I took the book, thinking she is Japanese and would go deeper into issues but it was just a book written for those who have romantic feelings for Japanese culture.
This book opened my eyes to the fact that authors are just people and may not really know their subject when they write...some are just doing their jobs.
Thursday 17 January 2013
love at first sight
There is a lot that goes unsaid in this world. Some space in conversations should be left alone for gestures to fill, for thoughts to fill and for the universe to speak.
A lot that should be said has not been said. Some things we don't say and let gestures fill them, looks fill them and these moments come back in time demanding an explanation.
I have said what need to be said to you when you asked, been there when you asked. I am here in spirit as your spirit asks. I know that time cannot stand still for us and that circumstances will continue to keep us apart but your breath is here next to mine. Your hand is close to me. Your face remains in my heart.
For as long as we exist in this universe: time and death cannot separate what we have cause it was born in a place God carves all our spirits.
I am here. And I fear time no more.
A lot that should be said has not been said. Some things we don't say and let gestures fill them, looks fill them and these moments come back in time demanding an explanation.
I have said what need to be said to you when you asked, been there when you asked. I am here in spirit as your spirit asks. I know that time cannot stand still for us and that circumstances will continue to keep us apart but your breath is here next to mine. Your hand is close to me. Your face remains in my heart.
For as long as we exist in this universe: time and death cannot separate what we have cause it was born in a place God carves all our spirits.
I am here. And I fear time no more.
Tuesday 15 January 2013
Book reviews
I have had the pleasure and honour of reading Rani Manicka's books these past weeks. The first: the rice mother
I picked up this book and wanted to read it...I wasn't ecstatic about it. When I flipped through it, I recognised it as the book I hadn't finished. Weird thing is I felt like this book really wanted me to read it and I think I wasn't ready to read it the first time I picked it up. What a trip!
This book sent me into another worl in the East that I hadn't tapped into.
More than anything else the way this woman wrote this book was insane! She basically unpacks a family and the individuals in it and puts it back together in your face. This book has lead me to look at my own family and how our individual connections are through own own Rice mother.
The second(I couldn't stop myself): Touching Earth.
Wow,wow,wow! This book shatters any thoughts about reading an extention of the Rice mother but keeps the same sort of voice. If you ever thought about how innocence has been corrupted in your life or other peoples lives...this book might shed some light and help piece some stuff together.
I was a bit traumatised by this book and found myself in the deep dark pit these characters are in...but towards the end, I came to certain conclusions about the bad habits I need to break in my life which could send me into that dark pit.
This book is not shy and lays it all on the table...but what was the writer doing in her own story?
These books are thick...and I was a bit agitated when I finished them cause I was used to reading two books at the same time. I have developed a habit of reading only big thick books and two at a time. The one I have been time-sharing with these two has been....Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts.
Shantaram is thick, has small print and is a work of art. I have been reading this book for months...at first I would put it down....about 300 pages later the constant reading and addiction kicked in. I can't put the book down and it has become my companion.
I pick up this book from this brother who sells books in the street in Newtown, if you have been to Newtown you know who I am talking about. A R50 well spent. This book has got me on my toes and every page is an adventure. The story goes that the character...which seems to be the writer...was jailed in Australia and broke out. He eventually made it to India illegally and there he falls in love, realises a few things about himself...and has misadventures for days.
I am strill reading it and I have about a third of the book left. I am not looking forward to finishing this book , although there were moments in the book that scared the hell out of me, but Shantaram is damn good. Sadly, the writer has not written anything after this. I actually just read his website...he is busy with another novel...The Mountain Shadow which seems to be a sequel to Shantaram.
If ever you were hungry for a book to inspire you, make you cry, teach you some rules about street fighting, love and and life in general...this is it. This is a book to have on your list this year!
Some words that hit me in this book:
" I couln't explain that love to Karla, or anyone else, including myself. I never believed in love at first sight until it happened to me. Then, when it did happen, it was as if every atom in my body had been changed, somehow: as if I'd become charged with light and heat. I was different, forever, just for the sight of her. And the love that opened in my heart seemed to drag the rest of my life behind it, from that moment onward"
I think this is life's cruel joke...cause these words seem to explain what happened to me when I was in Asia...this type of feeling and person you never get over. And it is weird that your whole life turns around from that moment...and no-one else will do. This is how I have been living my life since...and although this person is not in the same country as me...I sure am glad everyday that he is on the planet...in the hopes that someday again in a faraway Asian country we will meet again.
Om-shanti-om
This book sent me into another worl in the East that I hadn't tapped into.
More than anything else the way this woman wrote this book was insane! She basically unpacks a family and the individuals in it and puts it back together in your face. This book has lead me to look at my own family and how our individual connections are through own own Rice mother.
The second(I couldn't stop myself): Touching Earth.
Wow,wow,wow! This book shatters any thoughts about reading an extention of the Rice mother but keeps the same sort of voice. If you ever thought about how innocence has been corrupted in your life or other peoples lives...this book might shed some light and help piece some stuff together.
I was a bit traumatised by this book and found myself in the deep dark pit these characters are in...but towards the end, I came to certain conclusions about the bad habits I need to break in my life which could send me into that dark pit.
This book is not shy and lays it all on the table...but what was the writer doing in her own story?
These books are thick...and I was a bit agitated when I finished them cause I was used to reading two books at the same time. I have developed a habit of reading only big thick books and two at a time. The one I have been time-sharing with these two has been....Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts.
Shantaram is thick, has small print and is a work of art. I have been reading this book for months...at first I would put it down....about 300 pages later the constant reading and addiction kicked in. I can't put the book down and it has become my companion.
I am strill reading it and I have about a third of the book left. I am not looking forward to finishing this book , although there were moments in the book that scared the hell out of me, but Shantaram is damn good. Sadly, the writer has not written anything after this. I actually just read his website...he is busy with another novel...The Mountain Shadow which seems to be a sequel to Shantaram.
If ever you were hungry for a book to inspire you, make you cry, teach you some rules about street fighting, love and and life in general...this is it. This is a book to have on your list this year!
Some words that hit me in this book:
" I couln't explain that love to Karla, or anyone else, including myself. I never believed in love at first sight until it happened to me. Then, when it did happen, it was as if every atom in my body had been changed, somehow: as if I'd become charged with light and heat. I was different, forever, just for the sight of her. And the love that opened in my heart seemed to drag the rest of my life behind it, from that moment onward"
I think this is life's cruel joke...cause these words seem to explain what happened to me when I was in Asia...this type of feeling and person you never get over. And it is weird that your whole life turns around from that moment...and no-one else will do. This is how I have been living my life since...and although this person is not in the same country as me...I sure am glad everyday that he is on the planet...in the hopes that someday again in a faraway Asian country we will meet again.
Om-shanti-om
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