BridalBeer confesses that she "was in New York for long enough to miss it."
Strange how certain places have the ability to become part of our inner landscape despite a stay which is brief relative to our life. There are far corners that forever seem to be beckoning me, their sights and sounds so real that I stick my hand out to touch, only to come up with a fistful of air.
Can this be true of places that we have not lived in too? Can we know that our soul belongs in a certain place before we have stayed there?
It's late, and it's been an exceptionally long day.
BridalBeer is a lawyer who has returned to Calcutta, and started by chronicling a potential match in her parents' quest to arrange a marriage for her, the pathos and poignancy of the situation and her yearning for the other life and other place she knew.
She started blogging in January, and hers is a blog worth reading from the start. Go on, pamper yourself and start at the beginning (while there is still relatively little to catch up on) and experience the enchantment wrought by her words.

Comments (1)
Thanks, I will do so.
I also have had the opposite happen; there are places I've spent years, and can't even remember my old address, phone number, or the names of main streets. Some places go straight to the heart; others never do.
Posted by Chrysalis | February 10, 2005 11:57 AM
Posted on February 10, 2005 11:57