-Sarawati Nandini Majumdar (published with permission)
After it is over, any intense experience
remains in the mind and body, and begins to gather, imperceptibly, into itself:
it gathers all its colours into itself, rolls all its sounds into one, squeezes
its smells into a tight ball. It is like a raincloud: it gathers and hovers…
…and then, will it move away, or will it
condense?
Think of the brain, filled with so much
moisture, waiting to explode.
I long, all the time, again and again, to
occupy an old space, to be there, as I was.
Sometimes I think I am nothing but a past of me, or many pasts. And
of course, I am not that person, in those spaces. In that case, what remains of
me?
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