tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725670771198605827.post8399499262750912965..comments2024-03-27T12:43:55.135+05:30Comments on The Silent Cartographer: Bits of Star Gone Wrongsannidhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00773954038768544212noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725670771198605827.post-10542494565346458942011-08-21T11:47:53.783+05:302011-08-21T11:47:53.783+05:30Indeed 'Anonymous', but those handful of t...Indeed 'Anonymous', but those handful of temptations retain their allure on one, in their own space-time continuum. If you are beyond either of them, your rationality prevails, their illusion is lost. You would perhaps like to treasure them miss [both evident from your penultimate line :)], where as I would like to spare myself from the brief bout of gratifying irrationality. [:)]sannidhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00773954038768544212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725670771198605827.post-59311262579855749992011-06-21T12:21:28.212+05:302011-06-21T12:21:28.212+05:30You are walking along a beautiful beach sparkling ...You are walking along a beautiful beach sparkling with white sand, scattered with colorful pebbles and variegated shells. A handful of the silent temptations you enclose in your fist knowing that you have to let go of them. A long way you have to walk, feast on many more sights and splendors, treasure the best of you have collected along the way and relinquish the rest. Would you rather deprive yourself of the brief moment when eternity coalesced in the handful of moments you cradled in your palms to spare yourself the agony of their dispossession? Perhaps not, silent cartographer :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com