I hold the manuscript of her book, as I walk out of the graveyard after her funeral.
“The story has not ended. I find new meaning in every word, as the characters unfold and express their deepest selves.” Her words on the last call pierce my psyche.
Am I one of the characters? Our relationship has seen so many peaks and troughs. I look at the manuscript in hand. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It will wax and wane many times, as I glide through the pages. My eyes will cast a shadow on some, and highlight some chapters. I’ll change the color of ink to project characters in different ways. It was not only her life. I’ve been a part of it.
What can I do to stop myself …. Stop myself from altering the story to suit my ego?
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It must be tempting to boost yourself when you have the chance… but the book will most likely be worse.
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She handed it to the wrong person 😀
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Ego can be the harbinger of all evil!
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It can write new stories for sure 🙂
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Interesting to see the phases of the moon as a metaphor for the phases of a dynamic and changing relationship.
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Thank you so much!
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Well conceived Reena. Wonderful writing, and Happy Valentines Day!
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Thanks and wishing you the same!
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Great take Reena!
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Thank you so much!
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Incredibly clever imagery and way of thinking about your interaction with that book, Reena!
-David
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Thank you, David! Books are akin to living creatures at times.
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Ah….that was clever, very clever…a whole new story in her life starting there…
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Thank you, Ain!
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