i know not why the protagonist of most of my ramblings happens to be feminine in form . it maybe because perhaps the strongest people i know are women. readers opine that i am better at writing unlinked aberrant ramblings. in the present i attempt to do the same.
the chastity of a woman. the love of one. they are interlinked. if a woman can, she can place someone in her mind and her heart, devote her entire soul into the same. she can spend years waiting for the person she is in love with. no form of mortal suffering, no form of desire is strong enough to deprive her of that, her chastity remains untouched and pure.now that is power. raw brute power which you know you must bow down to.
yes, you are correct, i am reading SRIKANTA by SARATCHANDRA. the translator's note was that this was a nineteenth century novel. even in this day, at this present moment, i can find meaning and realisation in the same.
the realisation , that i am a coward and a low puny human. anyone waiting for me for " a year or so .." if you still are , please don't. i am not worthy of such devotion. i will run away. i have always ran away. this makes me what i am today. a coward. nothing else.
i have had a long overdue haircut.
i might start a new blog.
i am currently throwing away my pseudoisms