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Thursday, January 1, 2015

Because it's a New Year!

For last year's words belong to last year's language 
And next year's words await another voice

T.S. Elliot


Thursday morning, 8:33 am. A blank Word document slowly filling up with these words, while a sparrow chirps in the background and a cycle bell tinkles outside.

This morning is the same as all the mornings before it. Our household help arrived at the same time, Baba shaved at the same time and hollered for breakfast at the same time.

Yet, in spite of it all; today is different. Because today is new.

Think of a ledger or a copy. When one page is finished, and even the tiny spaces between the margins are cramped up with assorted scribbles and vague song lyrics; you need to turn the page. Then you proceed to fill up the rear of that page, while some of the words are visible as marks and scars on it.

All that vanishes when you move to the right.

On the right, it’s a blank page. It’s a page that greets you without a mistake, a cross out or even a teeny tiny mark on it.

And what do you do with a blank page?

You write on it.

Happy New Year, readers.

The Bilge Master


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