http://indianwriting.blogsome.com/2007/03/31/the-sorrow-of-women/ "That was the beginning of the century; this is its end. I have been thinking not only of the people who lived there once, but also of the generations of dogs accompanying them in their everyday bustle, and one night— I don't know where it came from— in a predawn sleep, that funny and tender phrase composed itself: a road-side dog." - Czeslaw Milosz, Borderlines. Mon, 01 Dec 2008 14:01:30 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.1-alpha http://indianwriting.blogsome.com/2007/03/31/the-sorrow-of-women/#comment-879 Mon, 09 Apr 2007 19:36:03 +0100 http://indianwriting.blogsome.com/2007/03/31/the-sorrow-of-women/#comment-879 hi, I am destined to be sad whenever I read the gems you post here. When you talk about sorrow, which I have been transfused from my mother, and it has played havoc in my min for years, and made me a bit more civilized than my ancestors, stripping me off my age old prejudices. And I wonder now how much more sorrow do the women carry in their hearts, and remain alive and exist the way they do. If have even the half of it, I would die of its intensity instantly. I know I can not express even the millionth part of what Mamang Dai means,but it has brushed me off and it stings me till day and I have no clue if it will ever subside. I am lost now. hi,
I am destined to be sad whenever I read the gems you post here. When you talk about sorrow, which I have been transfused from my mother, and it has played havoc in my min for years, and made me a bit more civilized than my ancestors, stripping me off my age old prejudices.
And I wonder now how much more sorrow do the women carry in their hearts, and remain alive and exist the way they do. If have even the half of it, I would die of its intensity instantly.
I know I can not express even the millionth part of what Mamang Dai means,but it has brushed me off and it stings me till day and I have no clue if it will ever subside.
I am lost now.

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