It's scratch and sniff. Of impossible smells.
The smell of the sun, communism, extinct flowers.
a literary companion to an art exhibit.
so divinely weird!
...
i had just started writing a similar one
and - now i just have to tweak it to work in a different way :)
am excited all over again.
...
at 9.22am
i ransacked my closet for "something with sleeves" - at least.
i had a presentation to look presentable for. haha.
and then i saw:
The Dress.
The one that my dad gave to me last Christmas.
Simple. Navy blue and white. With floral prints and a ribbon.
Sweet. And it was when i tried it on, Christmas morning
for my parents to see that it fit me -
when they sat me down the first time
in my life
to ask me about my plans
if ever i considered getting married.
in my mind i was shrieking "TO WHOOOOOOO?"
quietly, i asked, "Why?"
and they told me the things
parents tell their daughters -
that they just want the peace-of-mind
to know that there is someone who will
be there for me, that makes me happy
and all that. for a lifetime.
i remember wringing my hands.
barefoot, red toe nails. with gift wrapper on my lap.
in a pretty dress. sitting
at the breakfast table, and my parents
looking earnestly at me. and i wanted to
assure them that i would be fine.
i have done everything in my capacity, all my life
so that my parents might never have to be disappointed with me.
this one, is out of my hands.
so i took a mental note: the next time i introduce
someone to them. it'll have to be THAT someone.
and that i will wear that dress.
It's scratch and sniff. Of impossible smells.
The smell of the sun, communism, extinct flowers.
a literary companion to an art exhibit.
so divinely weird!
...
i had just started writing a similar one
and - now i just have to tweak it to work in a different way :)
am excited all over again.
...
at 9.22am
i ransacked my closet for "something with sleeves" - at least.
i had a presentation to look presentable for. haha.
and then i saw:
The Dress.
The one that my dad gave to me last Christmas.
Simple. Navy blue and white. With floral prints and a ribbon.
Sweet. And it was when i tried it on, Christmas morning
for my parents to see that it fit me -
when they sat me down the first time
in my life
to ask me about my plans
if ever i considered getting married.
in my mind i was shrieking "TO WHOOOOOOO?"
quietly, i asked, "Why?"
and they told me the things
parents tell their daughters -
that they just want the peace-of-mind
to know that there is someone who will
be there for me, that makes me happy
and all that. for a lifetime.
i remember wringing my hands.
barefoot, red toe nails. with gift wrapper on my lap.
in a pretty dress. sitting
at the breakfast table, and my parents
looking earnestly at me. and i wanted to
assure them that i would be fine.
i have done everything in my capacity, all my life
so that my parents might never have to be disappointed with me.
this one, is out of my hands.
so i took a mental note: the next time i introduce
someone to them. it'll have to be THAT someone.
and that i will wear that dress.
if ever.