"YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE BUSY."

 "YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE BUSY."

"WHAT HAPPENED?"

 "WHAT HAPPENED?"?

AND THEN?

THEN WHAT?

WHAT HAPPENED?

DON'T ASK

STILL...

WHAT'S THE MATTER

NOTHING

NOTHING?

YES, NOTHING

I DON'T BELIEVE IT...

BELIEVE WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BELIEVE

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LAUGHTER?

LAUGHTER?

YES, YOUR LAUGHTER

WAS THERE EVER A LAUGHTER?

YES, YOU USED TO LAUGH A LOT AND YOUR LAUGH WAS CATCHING

I WONDER WHAT HAPPENED

WONDER, I WONDER TOO...

BUT TELL ME ...

TELL YOU WHAT?

TELL ME, LAUGH AND SHOW ME THAT YOU ARE LAUGHING AGAIN

I NEVER LAUGHED BEFORE, WHY WOULD I LAUGH AGAIN?

HONEY, YOU WERE ONLY KNOWN FOR YOUR LAUGHTER...

OH! GOOD, I WON'T BE KNOWN AGAIN. 

IT'S GREAT. I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE UNKNOWN...

"A WOMAN OF COLOR" A ONE WOMAN PLAY

 "A WOMAN OF COLOR"

BY 

BINA SHARIF

 copyright:binasharif 2023  (Dressed in the most beautiful colors with great jewellery)

I AM KARIMA ULLAHF COLOR

I AM A WOMAN OF COLO

I AM HERE TO CELEBRATE MY COLORS.

MY SKIN IS ALSO COLORFUL

NOT ONLY MY WARDROBE

THAT IS THE MOST INCREDIBLE THING

THE SKIN

SKIN HAS TO BE COLORFUL

THAT'S THE FIRST THING THE STRANGERS SEE

THAT'S THE FIRST THING THE STRANGERS NOTICE

AND DECIDE WHETHER TO ;LIKE IT OR NOT...

MOST OF THE PEOPLE DON'T LIKE BRIGHT COLORS

THEY ARE A BIT SHY

BRIGHTNESS IS VERY BOLD

MANY PEOPLE FEEL THAT BRIGHT COLORS DON'T SUIT THEM

MOST OF THE PEOPLE ARE MODERN

MODERN PEOPLE LIKE WHITE

I LIKE WHITE ALSO

WHEN I GO HOME I GET MANY DTESSES MADE, PURE WHITE COTTON, FLOWING

COOL AND COMFORTABLE AND I WEAR THEM IN THE HOT, BLAZING SUMMERS

BUT PEOPLE DON'T NOTICE MY WHITE COLOTHES, THEY ONLY SEE MY SKIN.

MY SKIN IS A BIT DARK AND COLORFUL.

THATS WHY I AM A WOMAN OF COLOR.

SINCE I AM ALWAYS GOING TO BE A WOMAN OF COLOR NO MATTER HOW I DRESS

NO ATTER WHICH COLOR I WEAR, I AM ALWAYS A WOMAN OF COLOR...

THATS THE REASON I AM PROUD.

I PROUDLY SAY THAT I AM A WOMAN OF COLOR...

BUT I DIDN'T KNOW THAT I WAS A WOMAN OF COLOR TILL I CAME HERE...

I WAS A BIT SURPRISED THAT I NEVER NOTICED BACK HOME THAT I WAS A WOMAN OF

 COLOR.

WHEN I CAME HERE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME TO STUDY IN A VERY PRESTIGIOUS

 UNIVERSITY, I PACKED TONS OF BRAND NEW COLORFUL CLOTHES IN MY SUITCASE AND FROM THE VERY FIRST DAY OF MY SCHOOL, I WORE MY NEW COLORFUL CLOTHES LIKE I USED TO DO BACK HOME. I WAS VERY FOND OF CLOTHES AND WAS ALWAYS RUNNING TO THE FABRIC STORES AND THEN BACK AND FORTH TO THE TAILOR...

TAILORS BACK HOME ARE CALLED TAILORS BUT HERE THEY ARE CALLED DESIGNERS AND ARE SO EXPENSIVE THAT I WON'T BE ABLE TO HAVE ANY CLOTHES IF i DIDN'T BRING THEM FROM MY HOME. I WOULD BE NAKED MOST OF THE TIME.

THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT, TO BE TOTALLY NAKED, FREE, DANCING...

BUT MY WHOLE COLORFUL SKIN WOULD BE EXPOSED TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO DISLIKE COLOR.  "OH! I THOUGHT ONLY HER FACE WAS A FACE OF COLOR BUT HER WHOLE BODY IS A BODY OF COLOR."  

SO, IN MY UNIVERSITY PEOPLE STARTED TO CALL ME, "WOMAN OF COOR."

AND I WAS SO THRILLED, I THOUGHT THAT THEY ARE CALLING ME, A WOMAN OF COLOR BECAUSE OF MY VERY COLORFUL CLOTHES AND I FELT SO THRILLED AND PROUD BECAUSE I MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE ONLY STUDENT WHO WAS SO BRIGHT AND CLOTHED IN MAGENTA, RED, GOLD, AND NILE BLUE.

sO, I STARTED TO THANK EVERY ONE FOR THEM CALLING ME A WOMAN OF COLOR...

IT GAVE ME GREAT PLEASURE THAT THEY ADMIRED MY COLORFUL CLOTHES.

IT WAS SO OBVIOUS TO ME WHY WERE THEY CALLING ME A WOMAN OF COLOR BECAUSE I ALWAYS WORE COLORFUL CLOTHES TILL ONE DAY ANOTHER STUDENT, A FRIEND TOOK ME OUT FOR TEA AND POLITELY EXPLAINED THAT BEING LABELLED

,"A PERSON OF COLOR" WAS SO COMPLIMENTARARY, IT WAS ACTUALLY DEROGATARY.

I WAS A BIT SURPRISED ABOUT HER STATEMENT BUT SHE WAS TRYING TO WARN ME ABOUT SOMETHING...SOMETHING BEYOND MY UNDERSTANDING BECAUSE I WAS ALWAYS VERY FOND OF THE COLOR OF MY SKIN, ACTUALLY EVERYTIME I SAW MYSELF IN THE MIRROR, I LOVED MY FACE, IT WAS KIND OF SANDOORI SHADES, LIKE A MIXTURE OF GOLD, WITH A TINGE OF SHADE OF ROSE AND EXOTICALY PALE...

IN MY PART OF THE WORLD, WE LACKED IRON AND NEVER TOOK MULTIVITAMINS LIKE HERE BUT OUR FACES WERE TANNED AS WELL AND THE PALENESS WAS ALWAYS PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK KIND OF GAMES.

BUT THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS THAT WE DIDN'T THINK OF ALL THIS NONSENSE. WE WERE VERY BUSY STUDYING. EDUCATION WAS THE THING TO GET AHEAD IN THE WORLD. BUT I GUESS I DIDN'T KNOW THAT IT WASN'T THE EDUCATION, IT WAS THE SKIN COLOR...AFTER I BEFRIENDED THE ONE AND ONLY AFRICAN AMERICAN STUDENT IN MY CLASS. HOW OULD I NOT BEFRIEND HER?

SHE WAS THE MOST GORGEOUS WOMAN iI HAVE EVER MET. TALL LIKE AN OAK TREE, 

SLIM AND SMART, INCREDIBLY SEXY AND SOPHISTICATED AND BRIGHT AND EXTREMELY PLEASANT AND FRIENDLY. ACTUALLY HER SKIN WAS MUCH DARKER AND MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN MINE. I ADORED HER. WE WERE THE BEST FRIENDS IN THAT STUFFY UNIVERSITY AND GUESS WHAT?

I WASN'T BEING INVITED TO THE FACULTY PARTIES, I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT THERE WERE PARTIES GOING ON BECAUSE I WAS HAVING THE LIFE OF A DREAM.

ONE DAY MY FRIEND WHO WAS OF WHITE SKIN ASKED ME, HOW COME I WASN'T AT SUCH AND SUCH PARTY ? AND I SAID I WAS NEVER INVITED...AD SHE SAID, DO YOU KNOW WHY?

AND i SAID, I HAVE NO IDEA...AND SHE SAID BECAUSE YOU ARE HANGING OUT WITH MELINDA TOO MUCH.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH HANGING OUT WITH MELINDA?" I ASKED HER

AND SHE SAID, "OH! YOU ARE SO NAIVE, AFTER ALL YOU ARE NOT AMERICAN, YOU ARE A FOREIGNER, A VERY IGNORANT FOREIGNER FROM SOME MEDIEVAL COUNTRY.

LET ME TELL YOU WHY YOU ARE NOT BEING INVITED ANY MORE BECAUSE YOU ARE HANGING OUT WITH BLACKS." OOH...OOH...OOH..WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT? AND SHE WALKED AWAY...

AND I HUNG OUT WITH GREAT JOY WITH MELINDA, HER GIRL FRIEND AND THEIR BOY FRIENDS WHO WERE THE MOST FAMOUS BASKETBALL PLAYERS IN THAT TOWN. THEY WERE SUPERSTARS AND THEN WE WOULD GO TO THE GAMES AND GO TO THE LOCKER ROOMS FOR CHAMPAGNE AND GO DANCING AND DANCING AND LAUGHING AND LAUGHING...I LAUGHED SO MUCH WITH THEM THAT I SPENT ALL MY LAUGHTER AND SINCE THEN I AM DESPERATELY SEEKING MY LAUGHTER, MY BLAK GIRL FRIEND AND TIMES SHE SHOWED ME IN A FOREIGN LAND AND HER KINDNES, AND GENEROSITY AND AFFECTION.

SHE WILL TAKE ME TO HER APT FROM MY LOUSY DORMOTARY CLOSET EVERY WEEKEND AND WE WOULD COOK, EAT, SMOKE, LAUGH AND THEN GO OUT TO SEE FANTASTIC BLAK MUSCIANS...DAYS OF GLORY...I WAS SO THRILLED THAT THEY GAVE ME A LABELL OF, COLOR, A WOMAN OF COLOR AND i WAS WITH OTHER PEOPLE OF COLOR WHO BECAME MY FAMILY...

WE FINISHED OUR DEGREE, ON THE GRADUATION DAY. MELINDA'S FAMILY WAS MY FAMILY...

THIS WAS MY INTRODUCTION TO AMERICA AND TO THE MANY LABELS WHICH HAVE BEEN ATTACHED TO PEOPLE AND BECAUSE OF THAT I BECAME A WOMAN OF COLOR AND FORTUNATELY ENOUGH I MET MANY OTHER PEOPLE OF DIFERENT SHADES AND DIFFERENT ACCENTS AND DIFFERENT LANGUAGES AND MANY DIFFERENT WAYS OF DRESSING AND MANY DIFFERENT EXOTIC FOODS. I MINGLED, I WAS EXCITED TO BE HERE, I KEPT BEING MYSELF, I LIKED MY SELF...

AND THEN I WROTE A PLAY. WITH GREAT PRIDE AND ENTHUSIASM I INTRODUCED MYSELF IN MY VERY FIRST PRESS RELEASE THAT I AM A WOMAN OF COLOR PLAYWRIGHT FROM SUCH AND SUCH A COUNTRY...

I NEVER KNEW THAT THEY, THE AUTORITY OF ALL KINDS INCLUDING THE ARTISTIC LIBERAL AUTHORITY NEITHER LIKED MY SKIN COLOR NOR THE COUNTRY I CAME FROM. SO THEY DIDN'T REALLY REVIEWED MY PLAY BUT REVIEWED MY COUNTRY AND MY SKIN COLOR. I GUESS THE TIMES ARE DIFFERENT NOW...I HOPE SO. THEY ALL TELL ME THAT DIVERSITY IS IN NOW. RACIST ATTITUDES ARE OUT. PEOPLE OF COLOR ARE NOW POLITICALLY CORRECT, BLACK FOLKS ARE POLITICALLY CORRECT.

I GUESS I DIDN'T KNOW THEN AND FOR A LONG TIME THAT I WAS POLITICALLY IN-CORRECT. AND SINCE DIVERSITY IS IN, I THOUGHT I WOULD WRITE ONE MORE PLAY AND PROUDLY LIKE THE VERY FIRST PRESS RELEASE SEND ANOTHER PRESS RELEASE TO THE ARTISTIC AUTHORITY TO COME BACK SINCE NOW MY SKIN COLOR IS POLITICALLY CORRECT AND IS THE FASHION OF THE DAY. I HOPE IT'S STILL THE FASHION OF THE DAY...THINGS CHANGE HERE VERY FAST...SO HURRY UP AND COME SEE THIS WONDERFUL SHOW CALLED, "A WOMAN OF COLOR." BEFORE I BECOME POLITICALLY INCORRECT AGAIN. TODAY I AM POLITICALLY CORRECT. HURRY...WHO KNOWS WHEN I WILL BECOME POLITICALLY IN-CORRECT AGAIN...

THIS AND THAT CONTINUES

THIS AND THAT CONTINUES

LET IT BURN

YES, LET IT BURN

BURN SUBMISSIVENESS.

GIVE BIRTH TO ASSERTIVENESS

TODAY, IS THE DAY.

BURN SUBMISSINESS RIGHT NOW, THIS VERY SECOND.

WEAR BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK, 

HEAD HELD HIGH AND SMILE PROUDLY

CONGRATULATE YOURSELF FOR YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS.

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ENERGY

POWER

POETRY

TALENT

COURAGE

HONESTY

AFFECTION

GENEROSITY

COLOR

RAIN

GIVING

FONDNESS

WANTING

LOVE

DESIRE

LIGHT

BRIGHTNESS

VIGOUR

PASSION

LAUGHTER

OH! YOU HAVE SO MANY FRIENDS

YOU ARE SO BLESSED

PLAY THE LIFE RHYTHEM WITH YOUR BLESSINGS

AND BRING YOUR LAUGHTER BACK.

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THIS AND THAT CONTINUES

 THIS AND THAT CONTINUES

Play your life rhythem

Play your life rhythem

 And your life rhythem is not depression

Which begins in the morning and continues 

like, your this and that.

It continues. 

But it's not your life rhythem. 

I know it

I know you

I am your breath

You breath me, need me to breath

You have to go deep inside of me...

I let you breath

Breath is your life rhythem

And it's inside of me

You have to go deep inside of me to breath

And that breath is your life rhythem.

Play your life rhythem

BREATH...

That's your life force.

Depression is just a fashion of modern society

You are not modern, 

Are you?

Don't try to be...

Don't adapt ways which are hurtful

They block your breathing...

And your breath is your life rhythem

PLAY YOUR LIFE RHYTHEM.

THIS AND THAT

 THIS AND THAT

SOMEBODY!

ARE YOU?

I am somebody

I am a scholar

That makes me somebody

You don't know me?

Oh! you don't

Who gives a shit...

I don't give a shit if you don't know me....

I am known

Known to myself

I know myself very well

Who gives a shit if you don't know me.

Who are you any way?

I don't know you...

Oh! you are a somebody

Somebody? somebody?

 You are.

No, you are not

I AM SOME BODY

I AM A SCHOLAR

Who gives a shit if no one knows 

That I am a scholar.

I am.

I am, and I do know you

That makes you a scholar

I know all the no bodies

All the no bodies, oh!

 There are so many no bodies

I know all the no bodies posing for some bodies

I know you

I know all the ones who are no bodies

Every one here is a no body posing as a some body.

Every body is a some body here

 But no one is a scholar

I AM

I AM A SCHOLAR.

NO ONE CAN STEAL MY SCHOLARSHIP.

THE DAY IS SET

 THE DAY IS SET

UP

EXERCISE

TEA

READ YOUR NEW BOOK FOR THREE HOURS

BREAKFAST

OUT WITH THE COMPUTER

WRITE FOR FOUR HOURS

EVENING

THEATER

  GALLERIES

  WALKS...

THE DAY IS SET...

IS IT?

ALL TALK

ALL TALK

ALL TALK

SO MUCH TO READ

 SO MUCH TO READ

I wish I could go to an island with a suitcase full of books 

And carry not a single worry with me.

People own private islands.

How do they do it?

I know but I won't say it.

My apt is boiling hot 

With a lousy and noisy so called a brand new air conditoner

 Which gives me a very hot headache.

 Sleepless nights, 

Sleepless thoughts.

 Too many thoughts.

 That's the problem.

 "THOUGHTS"

"MANAGEMENT OF THE MIND."

 "MANAGEMENT OF THE MIND."

"Scavenger of wit"  ?

giving everybody pain."'Genius for mischief"?

"To be a great wit, is to take a pleasure in giving everybody pain."  Richard Savage

"Gentleman of wit and humor about town."  About Richard Savage

"I have a propensity to snear upon all mankind who fancy they can oblige me." Richard Savage

"But alas! how short lived the applause."  ?

"I am very poor and I owe my poetry to my merit."     Richard Savage

JUST THE SAME LIKE BEFORE. JAHAL. "STORY OF THE GOJRA GIRLS"

 JUST THE SAME LIKE BEFORE.

 JAHAL. 

"STORY OF THE GOJRA GIRL."

"TRAGIC STORY OF VERY PROMISING PEOPLE.

Memory

Soliloquies

Have distorted echo sounds

Inaudible

Angst

Disappointments

Not happy

Middle age

Everyone is happy when young

They all made wrong choices

Like everyone else

Life issues

They are criticizing themselves and everyone else

 For making the wrong choices

Lonely

Angry

Bitter

About life and about friends

Spreading rumors about each other

Everyone feels that they destroyed their lives

They think they took the wrnog road...

Neurotic instincts

Desperation

Regret

Unhappiness

lack of choices

"What choice do I have?"

They ask...

Recall of their youth which makes them more unhappy

They blame themselves

Blame each other more

Un-necessary rambling

What's the point of their story?

Disappointment

They believe that their present life is disappointing

 Because they made wrong choices

Maybe they did?

But what's the solution?

None. 

They have given up...

They are stuck

Stuck in their own past.

They can't undo their past 

But they can still make some healthy choices

But their thinking is not healthy

Stuck in negativity

They can still get into the right road, 

Make a right turn

But they can't

Water under the bridge...

Too late

But that's not true

It's never too late till it is

And that is death

Before that one has the freedom to make another choice

A new choice...

But that doesn't seem possible

They are unhappy

Confused

Have serious problems

Can't have a healthy relationship

Unresolved problems

Unresolved issues

Depression

Lots of blame

Lots of regret...

Very bitter

Bitter about the lack of their solid identity

Perhaps they expected a lot better?

Perhaps they expected a rose garden?

Life is not a bunch of roses

Even if it was, there are thorns attached to the roses

The thorns bite if you are not careful...

It's strange that all of them think

 That they made the wrong choices

What's the right choice?

Does anyone know?

When one is making a choice, 

One doesn't think

 Or is aware that the choice is the wrong one,

 Otherwise they won't make it.

 No one is so self destructive.

 It's always afterwards everyone thinks, 

 Especially in this case

 That all their choices made innocently were wrong.

They are all so lost

They are bombarding themselves with blame...

How do they know?

 That their lives were supposed to be different?

Perhaps this is how exactly

 Their lives were supposed to be...

But that's not how they are behaving...

They are lost

Lost and unhappy

Living in the past

Living in the glory of youth,

 passion, ambition, desire, hope...

Now totally lost

Unable to change

Unable to forgive themselves for past mistakes

Even if those were not mistakes at that time...

It's sad

Isn't it?

Sad story of the very promising people.

And that's the ,"Story of Gojra Girls."

LET'S SEE...WHAT SURPRISES ARE IN THE NOTEBOOKS?"

 LET'S SEE...WHAT SURPRISES ARE IN THE NOTEBOOKS?

What do we do while we are here?

"Think well.

Eat well

Live well

Seek out those who will nourish and challange you.

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Okra, ginger, Cinamon boost immunity

Spiecd couscous

Lemon juice Detoxify

Fresh lemons squeezed into ice water+ honey purifies.

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No tomato, no potato, no rice, no beans, no milk

No meat, no beef, no pork, no chicken, no salami...

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Greens, greens, greens, greens,

 Sardines with lime-

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One thousand time it's been written before but never practiced.

One more time...

At least write it down

 One more time.

Just one more time...

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Every day do positive stuff 

And think of positive stuff

Resume your old way of life

Type from the notebooks

Walk for one hour

Healthy breakfast

Cut out bread

Have yogurt with berries

Irish cut oatmeal

Salmon

Avocado

Egg

Veggies

Greens

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Go to lafyette and  type

Plays or galleries in the evenings

YOU ARE SO TEETHEET, (STUBBORN)

NEVER APPLY THE WISDOM YOU WRITE ABOUT

 OR TALK ABOUT TO YOUR SELF

DESTROYING YOUR SELF WITH BOTH HANDS,

 GIVING YOURSELF AWAY TO THE WASTE

 OF THE WORLD.

 YOU ARE ADDING YOURSELF TO THE WASTE OF THE WORLD. 

JUST,

 WASTING, WASTING,

 FOR DECADES...

REMEBER WHO YOU ONCE WERE?

REMEBER?

NO, YOU DON'T REMEBER...

WHAT A PITY

WHAT A PITY

WHAT A PITY

GOD GAVE YOU SO MANY GIFTS

MORE GIFTS THAN ANY ONE ELSE

YOU HAD EVERYTHING

EVERYTHING

YOU KEPT THROWING IT AWAY

DILLIGENTLY

CONSITENTLY

NOW IT'S GONE

NOW YOU ARE BEING HAUNTED BY THE PAST

THE GOOD PAST

YOU HAD A VERY GOOD PAST

ONLY YOUR PRESENT IS TROUBLED

THE GARBAGE OUTSIDE IN THE STREET

ONLY YOUR PRESENT IS WASTED

YOU WANT TO GIVE A GIFT 

TO THE GARBAGE OUTSIDE IN THE STREET?

OK, GIVE THE GARBAGE A GIFT

THROW YOUR TALENT,

 AND OTHER GIFTS YOUR GOD BESTOWED UPON YOU

INTO THE GARBAGE...

I ALREADY DID...

I ALREADY DID

I ALREADY DID

OK, THEN ,

 SINCE YOU THREW ALL YOUR ASSETS

 IN THE GARBAGE,

 NOW IT'S TIME TO

 STOP THROWING ANY LONGER

STOP THROWING

AND KEEP WHATEVER IS LEFT FOR YOURSELF

FROM NOW ON...

FROM TODAY IT MUST STOP

ENOUGH...

EVEN THE GARBAGE IN THE STREET IS TELLING YOU,

 BEGGING YOU TO STOP BECAUSE

THERE IS NO MORE SPACE LEFT IN THE STREET...

KEEP SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF...

SOMETHING FROM THE ONES,

 THE LOVED ONES WHO HAVE GONE AWAY LIKE

 YESTERDAY

KEEP SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF AS A MEMORY...

NO MORE THROWING GIFTS OUTSIDE

NO MORE GIVING YOUR GIFTS TO ANY ONE EVER

KEEP THEM FOR YOUR SELF...

WHEN YOU CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT,

 HUG YOUR GIFTS CLOSE TO YOUR HEART,

 THE

 MEMORIES, 

YOUR MEMORIES ARE THE GIFT.

HOLD THEM TIGHT, 

DON'T TRY TO SLEEP

NEVER TRY TO SLEEP,

 COUNT YOUR MEMORIES,

 SAVE THEM IN YOUR MIND LIKE YOU

 SAVE YOUR SAD WORDS ON THE COMPUTER...

I AM NOT SO GOOD WITHE COMPUTER.

 I SAVE MY DAYS GONE BY

AND THE NEXT DAY

 THEY ARE DELETED...

I CAN'T FIND THEM

YOU MUST HAVE TOUCHED THE DELETE BUTTON

NEVER, NEVER DO I TOUCH THE DELETE BUTTON.

I HATE THE DELETE BUTTON...

THAT'S WHY I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT,

 TOO MANY SAVED THOUGHTS, 

TOO MANY

 INTERRUPTED MEMORIES 

WHICH I SAVED

 BUT CAN'T FIND THEM,

 ESPECIALLY THE

 COMFORTING MEMORIES,

 THEY ARE ALL DELETED 

WITHOUT ME TOUCHING THE

 DELETE BUTTON.

 NOT GOOD AT TECHNOLOGY.

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MENTAL HEALTH

Forget about a few people

Get rid of the bad feelings 

No matter what bad they did to you

Forget about all of them

Have relationship with sincere folks

Or have no relationship at all

Don't think about people

Don't talk about people.

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CAREER

Don't think about it

Don't talk about it

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Write a new play

You are a writer

Then write

If you don't write

Then you are not a writer

Then don't call yourself a writer-

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LISBON

Take care of the B in Lisbon

Take care of the bitch in Lisbon

(I wonder who she is?)

No idea what so ever...

Never been to Lisbon

Never met any one from Lisbon

Who is the bitch from Lisbon

I just made her up

There must be at least one bitch in lisbon

I have to take care of her

I have to get rid of the bitch from Lisbon

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Get the apt in order

(That will never happen, sorry.)

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Paint on small canvases

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"Getting across a profound idea in a brisk and amusing way

to an interested friend by stripping it down to its essence."   J Holt

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CHIEF CONCERNS

"How do we conceive of the world? (Metaphysics)

How do we know what we know? and do?  (Epistemology)

"How we conduct ourselves? (Ethicks)

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Improve your blog.

Learn computer (That will never happen)

Attachment

Dragging photos to the article

PDF

Cut and Paste

Putting reviews from Hi Drama to the blog

Forget about it

Just forget about it

Do something better with your time

Think, walk, laugh

do not come near the machine

It will take all your humanity away.

Look at the people who are staring at the machines...

Do they look like hiuman beings?

Machines have made them their companions

They no longer want to have a conversation with humans.

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NOVELS (Work in progress)

DAYS AND NIGHTS OF ZULEKHA

DAYS AND NIGHTS OF KARIMA ULLAH

TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT

MANHATTAN DAYS

MANHATTAN SPLEEN  (Collection of writings)

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS OF SINGING BIRDS

MY CHEMICAL MOMMY

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See as many plays as possible

Go to the readings

Do readings, (Where?)

Museums

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DRESS BETTER

--------------

MAKE PRINTS OF THE DRAWINGS

GET CARDBOARD AND SLEEVES

TRY TO SELL

HAVE YOU EVER SOLD A THING IN YOUR WHOLE LIFE?

ALL TALK, ALL TALK, ALL TALK

HAVE WRITTEN THIS A THOUSAND TIMES ALREADY

NOTHING WILL EVER BE PRACTICED

TRUST ME...

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"THE WAY HE PLAYED IT."

 "THE WAY HE PLAYED IT."

"WAITING TO OPEN THE DOOR."

 "WAITING TO OPEN THE DOOR."

"Which special moment are you waiting for?

Just go ahead and open the door.

Just open the door and enter."

It's nothing to do with talent...

It's about opening the door to certain buildings.

It's how you enter the building...

The skill to open the door and enter the building which houses a grand theater

which houses a grand gallery.

Then become a resident of that building.

Thats the talent...the reall talent

Abilty to open doors...

All doors.

Step in

Somehow...

Just open the door and step in

And stay there

Do not leave.

"SO WHAT HAPPENED?"

 "SO WHAT HAPPENED?"

I have no idea

Not the slightest idea, I tell you.

But I don't like it.

Something has changed 

And I don't like the change.

I am now deliberately isolating myself from everyone.

"Who is everyone?"

"I don't know."

"Was everyone there for you before?"

"No, not at all."

"So?"

"But I was there. I was there for everyone.

And now I am not."

"Perhaps that is good for you."

"It's a bit scary."

'Wasn't it scary before?"

"Before I was available for everyone and now I am not.

That's scary."

"Strange!"

"Yes, stange. Isn't it?"

"You should be thrilled that you are not available for everyone."

'But I am not available for any one because there is hardly any one around."

'Seems like your life has been so pathetic."

'Yes, for sure. You see everyone seemed more important to me than myself.

Thats pathetic. Actually sad, so very sad indeed."