...Knitting Words

I was looking through Life's latticed windows yesterday and memories were flashing by like a film on fast-tracks. I saw myself growing up: fighting with my sister, hugging my mom, arguing my point, laughing with my friends over a cup of coffee, giving missed calls, walking on the white beach sand with a friend, understanding a lot of thing through a few tacit words.... And then I looked at the words I had written a few weeks back....
I am hurt
I am pained
I am cindered
I am slain.
- SRM (Sakshi)
It seemed so complete then. And as I looked at it yesterday, as memories were flashing past, through smiles and tears, I somehow thought that those were still hollow. I thought of something and added another line. It now reads:
I am hurt
I am pained
I am cindered
I am slain
I am healed.
- SRM (Sakshi)
When I re-read these lines I was dumstruck.I was awed not by what I had written, but by the twist in the meaning of what I had written. I've always liked to read and write since a child. But I never thought of words as I did right then. Have you ever thought of how letters are embroidered into words, texts, passages and the finally pages and books? And knitting those words isn't simple. Really, i am quite astound. Adding a line changed a lot in what I wrote. And those very words give meaning to your life. If you are an avid reader you would know what I mean. Being one myself, books gave me a lot.

When I was doing my thesis; I had the most difficult time, I re-read the book, 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull' and it gave new meaning to my quest for knowledge. There was another time; the lowest in my life; when I read 'The Zahir', and it pulled me out of whatever I was going through. And what were these? In reality, they were nothing but mere words nestled in those pages, passages, texts and lines. Somewhere between those lines, sometimes, you find a time to rend and a time to sew. Sometimes, you find a new meaning to life. Sometimes a wake up call. Sometimes a helping hand. And sometimes just plain knowledge. Those words never leave you empty, that is for sure. And then I remember these words, I dont know who wrote them, but yes, they are full of meaning:

"Whenever the casual eyes are cast
The mighty minds of old
My never failing friends are they
With whom I converse day by day"