SKETCHES BY BINA SHARIF

SKETCHES BY BINA SHARIF

Breezy series of sketches

Well versed, well built sketches

Radio sketches



Damaged children
Damaged from day one.
Too much tragedy at an early age
Never recovered
Thats how it is with some families.....

Never knew how to deal with people
Gave them too much attention, too much importance
and ourselves?
Ourselves we gave very little, almost nothing.......

We were never the individuals who were uncompromising 

We had no faith in ourselves, only in the others

Jumgian hunt for a missing part of herself.

After the daughter left he had no one to talk to

She went to the farthest corner of the world.

Always the same thing

Always the same thing

If the same thing is good for you why not?

But always the same thing--always the same thing........

Same depression
Dark and black
And lonely
The dark depression is very lonely
and getting lonelier
Same causes

but its heavy
the depression
Always seeking company
some one to talk to
some one to laugh with
some one to share the joy and the pain
but no one is around  for this lonely depression
this depression in exile
this depression of a foreign nature
A foreign country, it seeks.  The spice and the humor of a particular language,
where it will just understand a gesture
A look
A smile
A mood
A movement
A facial expression
A twinkle in the eye.

Instead of explaining the source of your anguish to the ones who have no anguish at all and are not listening to you.

They are on their smart phone texting or chatting or just looking at the smart phone, a wonder of the world.

They are not listening to you
and not understanding your explanation of your loss and sorrow and loneliness...
You should learn to text
maybe the anguish will go away
try texting...

But who should I text to?
The voiceless people...
I want to hear a voice
A voice I recognize
A voice which is familiar
A word spoken to me in my own language
where no explanation will be needed.

We will look at each other and understand
We will look at each other and smile
We will look at each other and hold hands and run in the forest dying with laughter,
picking wild flowers, 

laughing wildly, laughing wildly, laughing wildly............