Thursday, January 31, 2008

The Kite Runner

It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight.

But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.

I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But I didn't care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips.

I ran.


"The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini.

I've put the book aside for a while, but spent the last 5 hours finishing up the last 200 pages of it. My heart really goes out for Sohrab. I don't know if Amir will ever forgive himself, although I think he has found "a way to be good again". Redemption, childhood memories, and innocence are all weaved into a heart wrenching but deeply honest story. I can't quite pinpoint how this book has impacted me, but I guess it has helped me to treasure friendships and loyalties even more. Loyalty is hard to find in this city... perhaps because we are easily distracted by the spectacles of city life. On a lighter note, I hope I can visit that part of the world, someday in my life.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Tristan

I don't want to change.
I'm still the same.
That is all that I can.

So draw in the seas,
cross your heart,
close your fist,
out of the sighs,
into agony,
into nothing.
Just me,
into nothing.
me.


You.

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