My Manna - Part IV.

Dearest Manna,

I confided in you my feelings about Cherry - I don't wish for an awesome time. I know by now that when she decides to take off the cloak that was hiding her face, I would have to accept her as she is, unbearably ugly or otherwise. I do, however, pray for sufficient strength to cradle her, to swallow any heartbreaks and disappointments, the faith to keep my feeble feet going on the rough surface of Earth and the guts to stare down barrels of a gun.

I have fallen, I am getting back up slowly and I am so far doing alright. I hope you are too - covered in warmth under the most divine blanket ever.

Happy 30th, dear Manna. I pray for you all the finest things in life, and most importantly happiness. May you find your way back to Allah.

Grams [insert warm smiles]

(From the Little Black Book)
Thursday 13 August 2009 12.01pm Somewhere

I carry your hugs in my pocket
everywhere I go

So that whenever my legs are wary
of the endless walking
or I fall down
flat on my face
and my eyes turn blind
because of the ugly sights
having to wake up
to darkness

When all hopes are lost
and faith is skinny

I just have to reach into my pocket
and take out your
warm consoling hugs,
wrap your arms around my tired soul...

And the sun would shine again.

(To my granma)

Demotion.

(From the Little Black Book: Moleskin Entry V)
Friday 3 July 2009 12.01pm Home

It is not always good to have someone who truly understands you. Because then you would be demoted from being the King of your own Government to being just a Eunuch.

And we all know how a Eunuch is treated.

With jokes.