It is always nice when ideas meet. Talk to each other, sometimes they try to stare each other down, sometimes they avoid eye contact. Some times the ideas dance, swaying together in a roomful of light. Sometimes the ideas pretend the other does not exist at all.

Once in a while, just once in a while, two ideas will see each other across a wide, wide ocean and….understand. Walk away, hands locked together, even as the rest of the world fades into nothing.


Of late, there is a certain music which flows when in the back of my head when I am writing. It is not a constant, nor is it always the most audible. But it is there, a stream of notes and silent pauses, a collection of octaves and little, tiny thingie jingies.


Did I tell you about a typewriter I bought? I forget you know, these days, I just forget. I got it for a thousand bucks and I just cleaned it up and typed a page of nonsense and it goes clak clak clak TING! Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.




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4 Responses to Meetings

  1. Meenakshi says:

    Typewriters are things of beauty. I have a bright red one. It comes with 2 colours of ink liners. I made the term ink-liners up cos I dont really oh wait, ribbons I think. Ink ribbons? Red and black. It (wordpress) doesnt let me add a photo in this comment but.

    • kroswami says:

      Full beauty only. Also, yeah ink ribbons they are called. I can type in red, black and a third one which I secretly suspect is invisible ink.

  2. Meenakshi says:

    wouldnt i achieve the same thing typing without a ribbon. i hope you spent hundreds extra buying invisible ink.

    • kroswami says:

      Eh? Invisible ink ribbons are paid for in invisible money AND you can never run out of invisible money. _Everyone_ knows that.

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