Gorky my love,
Vienna was such a
lovely city, rich and resourceful, keeping me on my guard lest I miss something
important. By contrast,it feels so soothing to walk around aimlessly in the
streets of Prague, touching the grass here and having a berry there. The
cobbled streets remind me of our walks in Istanbul, and our differences and our
tea-clad kisses. We even stayed away from each other for three days there! What
a waste.
You would have gulped
in Prague like a baby takes in the first taste of spice – unsure, excited,
brave. This is not exactly your towering Tokyo, with its framed cherry
orchards, yet this is where I long to have you around. How long till we kill
the distance, Gorky? Suddenly, the vastness of three years stretch out, and it
becomes endless. I don’t know what made me take such a decision to embark upon
different cities, you in Tokyo, me in Dublin, even if for ‘just’ three years,
but I repent it now.
Prague has opened
certain chambers of my emotions which got layered in dust. I am thinking
Singapore, or Frankfurt, with you. For a lifelong of howling mornings and
scowling evenings and bitter nights which turn into soft mornings and lit up
evenings and passionate nights, the next. I am thinking how much I have to tell
you about ‘No Shave November’ and the young boys in back at the Univwho refer
to you when they do. These kinetic flashbacks are like epiphanies.
My Vltava ride is
scheduled in twenty minutes. Susan is here, with Tim. Marc sends his energetic
wishes to you. All my wishy-washy, wistful wanderings hope to find you deep in
research, in the most unexpected way possible.
Ciao!
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