Exodus.

Supreeth left early today morning. Can't think of anything sensible to write, but I just need to. So, forgive me for borrowing the title from Badri and these lines from Dave Matthews:

One drink to remember,
And another to forget.
How could I ever dream to find a friend like this again?
One drink to remember, another to forget...

Excuse me please, one more drink.
Would you make it strong,
Cause I don't want to think.

Neruda

Suddenly started surfing through translations of some poems by Pablo Neruda earlier today. A line has stuck to the walls of my brain. I have to write it down somewhere. Might as well do it here:


Love is brief. Forgetting lasts so long.


I can only wonder at the beauty of the thought and the simplicity of words that express it so well.