"Anyway, I keep picturing these little kids playing some game in this big field or rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean, except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.
That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."
'Catcher in the Rye', J.D Salinger
Hello Asha!
ReplyDeleteI've been trying to find this piece you'd written a long time ago which talked about mangoes, ripening and changeless truths. About a room where the mangoes were kept,some upturned bananas or pineapples, I am not sure. I wanted to read that one again and I've been searching since morning to avoid asking. Yet, after searching and sifting through all my files, all your posts since 2007 [by which I know I read this one on 7th Nov 2008] I've failed to locate it.
All I'm trying to say is this: Could you please post it again or send it to me in a mail? I'd be thrilled to read it again.