No I didnt commit a spelling mistake…I do not intend to write on the “Art of Living”.
I remember listening to the poem The Art of Losing (isnt hard to master) by Elizabeth Bishop in the movie “In her shoes” and subsequently ended up reading it many times. I seem to like the poem maybe cos I can relate to it so much. Time and again I have lost things, people, emotions that I seem to have gained an expertise over the same.
Everytime I have been blamed for this loss and not an iota has been placed on the situation. It is not the blame that scares or troubles me. Nor i m putting my defence here. But not everyone seems to believe that the loss has been a great one for me. Maybe cos I am bad at expression.. blah blah blah. Everyone choses to believe that it was for my good… or for the best…But i beg to differ.
How I wish I could undo the past so that I can have MY today.