Thankyou for your generous and frankly heart warming responses to my previous post. I sent it from India. I have been at Jaipur Literature festival and then Mathrubhumi International Festival of Letters in Kerala. Though the photographs are all from my time in Kerala I am back in London now and I need to explain.
Thankyou for the openess of your comments. And thankyou for the private messages. I am okay. Indeed, I am well.
In the previous blog I mentioned the girl in the queue at Blackwells in Oxford. Her name is Annie. She responded tin comments “I’m the girl you met in Oxford, waiting for new lungs. Sending a hug your way and hoping you have brighter days ahead – be kind to yourself x”
While at MBIFL2020 in KeraIa I asked a man “How are you today?” He looked in the distance and said “my wife died three years ago. Life is like a film” he said “This part is cut now. She has gone. Put a foot in the river and the river changes. Take it out. Put it in again and the river has changed again”. His name is Sathianath. I asked him what it means. He said “It means truth”.
We are all distraught at times. Emotional spirits rise from the heat of living. We all have individual pains, missing people. Isn’t it a writers oblgation to speak of the high and the low. We should talk more so that we can live with ourselves because
If we can live with ourselves, our stories of darkness and light, then we are not dying inside . Truth.
This is the sea in Kerala filmed by the poet Janice Pariat. She took a break for a walk.