| IN THE ROOM DIVIDED BY WALLS I WAS A CHAIR SEARCHING FOR A DESK TO SCRIBBLE ON THE GATHERED DUST THE STORY OF MY LIFE NOT FOR POSTERITY NOR PHILANTHROPY NOR MORBID VANITY BUT ONLY FOR MYSELF TO READ IT TO RE-WRITE IT AND LOOKING AT IT KNOW AGAIN FOR THE LAST TIME WHAT I ALREADY KNOW THAT IT WOULD IN THE END HAVE MADE NO DIFFERENCE |
ramesh gandhi