Tuesday, August 19, 2014


'Hello 'says the voice.

And instantly a welter of associations bubbled in my mind. The voice touched some deep core of me. Yet the conversation that would ensue would touch, like a butterfly, with a light touch, even on weighty subject matter. A need for colloquy, however transitory would be appeased so i said 

'hello ,how are you?'

soliciting which query satisfied my need for information about her well being though onerous considerations would be subsumed for the sake of expediency

'yes ,the gaza issue has brought out the worst in many'

i bethought myself of facebook and online spaces where the divisive opinions the issue generated had caused many a squabble. How vainglorious human beings were, full of folly, alloying happiness with self interest and how you, speaking to me, unbeknownst to yourself, partake of the same self righteousness

'you're so right, i asseverated, we are , as a species, a dreadful lot.'

It seemed, in that precipitate moment that we really connected. Though only partially aware of your circumstances i could see your soul, embittered, disillusioned and my own jaded consciousness responding, in the form of messages i relayed non verbally, of the environment, the political shenanigans.

'No i don't think you're fragmented, though perhaps you are'

The connection deepened . Misgivings which i had harboured about my own lapses into non being mirrored your own. Suddenly with the chasm still vertiginous, we found solace in thus being able to talk honestly about how scanty, sordid, unutterably incomplete we both felt. Custom dissolved, convention receded and our naked, primordial beings, intersected and communed profoundly, in a delicious moment of unalterable collectivity.

'I don't know if i think he's all that bad, much that is good in him'.

And suddenly the evanescent interchange of intimacy, the moment of poignancy collapsed. We were after all two beings, separate, sheathed indivisibly in the integument of our self containment. Though we had blended we were now irrevocably severed.

'Bye, take care' And i replace the receiver.

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