Friday, March 20, 2009

Taller than thou

My mom might not have realized that I am taller than her. For her ... I am still that eleven year old who comes late from school .. dirty linen .. ready for another 30 minutes of verbal castigation ... till I bathe myself clean, my well oiled hair neatly combed to the right, with fresh knickers and shirt, with that real big face silently bowed down to the plate full of food and soon after without much play time, push myself to do that days homework. That was a torturous childhood .. but now .. I think I miss it all.

If four words defined my childhood , they would be .. hardwork, discipline, punctuality and godliness. Always denied that pleasure of food outside house, no mingling with 'bad company' and no drinking coffee. ( Wine was something given along with the holy eucharist ) .. Whiskey ? What is that ?

Now .. the orderliness has gone to the dogs .. the dogs are dead and the dead will never rise. ( Or maybe I hope they will resurrect themselves someday along with the dogs and I will clinch my order from the hungry dogs. )


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"Florentino is so in love with Fermina that he eats gardenias and drinks cologne so that he can know her taste. He becomes drunk on the cologne, and his mother finds him the next morning, in a puddle of his vomit, in a cove of the bay where drowning victims are known to wash ashore" - Love in the time of Cholera