Did You Ever Love Me? by Rithvik Singh is a tender contemporary poetry collection about love, heartbreak, longing, self worth and learning to let go. Its greatest strength is emotional accessibility: Singh writes directly to readers who feel intensely and care deeply. The collection offers comfort without pretending heartbreak is simple, though its simplicity may occasionally feel familiar to seasoned poetry readers. Did you Ever Love Me? Have you ever loved someone so completely that, after they left, you were left wondering whether they had ever understood what they had been given? Not merely whether they loved you, but whether they ever noticed how much you loved them, how much patience you offered, how many small things you remembered, or how often you chose to stay when leaving might have been easier. There is a particular loneliness in that question because it rarely arrives at a dramatic moment. More often, it finds you while you are doing something completely ordinary. Yo...
I have this queer habit to clean up my files and wardrobes on the onset of every new year. As I flip through some old letters and my own handwritten notes, I am forced to recall old times which I would so love to forget but never will have the resolve too. So here I am writing the year end post while tearing old papers and drinking hot soup (Of course the music is also on at full volume and Atif Aslam is singing Doorie).
Mankind has passed through yet another year. Its time to get new calendars and to form a new habit of writing 13 in the date column instead of 12. Seriously, I almost confuse the years while writing dates at least the first two months of any new year.
Sitting atop dead bodies of my own over realistic ambitions and dreams, I look back at this year as a really eventful year. 2012 marked new lows and downfalls in career, relations and life. How I wish time could be like a whiteboard where we can write with all our colors and erase everything ugly spick and span.
The biggest high point was extension of family and forming of my own library. That is something huge. Financially the year was disappointing. And when finances nose dive so does friendships and relations. Another disappointment was not publishing my own book. But if I learned something from this year, it was to let go. It has never been very difficult for me to let go but this year the resolve only got stronger.
Any new year resolutions? No thank you. New Year resolutions are meant for fifth grade kids. But lets say publishing that book is still a priority. Nothing much. Just hoping for a smooth comfortable year without the ferocious bumps and bruises.
Wishing you all a very Happy new Year
Mankind has passed through yet another year. Its time to get new calendars and to form a new habit of writing 13 in the date column instead of 12. Seriously, I almost confuse the years while writing dates at least the first two months of any new year.
Sitting atop dead bodies of my own over realistic ambitions and dreams, I look back at this year as a really eventful year. 2012 marked new lows and downfalls in career, relations and life. How I wish time could be like a whiteboard where we can write with all our colors and erase everything ugly spick and span.
The biggest high point was extension of family and forming of my own library. That is something huge. Financially the year was disappointing. And when finances nose dive so does friendships and relations. Another disappointment was not publishing my own book. But if I learned something from this year, it was to let go. It has never been very difficult for me to let go but this year the resolve only got stronger.
Any new year resolutions? No thank you. New Year resolutions are meant for fifth grade kids. But lets say publishing that book is still a priority. Nothing much. Just hoping for a smooth comfortable year without the ferocious bumps and bruises.
Wishing you all a very Happy new Year
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