Last night, at the traffic signal, a boy came up to the car. As they often do. With a bunch of jasmine strings. “Take it, for your hair,” he giggled. His eyes, though, were weary.
Yes, I will. Two strings of jasmine. One for you, one for me. One will adorn my hair. Cool my head, too. The other will be my gift to you. For jasmine-scented dreams. For a touch of me with you.
The boy is waiting patiently. The light turns green. We pay him in a flurry. Five rupees. For two sets sets of jasmine dreams.
Who says the price of living has gone up?
3 responses so far ↓
tovorinok // July 5, 2007 at 1:21 pm
Hello
Great book. I just want to say what a fantastic thing you are doing! Good luck!
Bye
Hawk // September 13, 2007 at 9:56 pm
Fly in via mammamoon’s portal. Jasmine happens to be my favorite flower. Strange coming from a man! I know, but I don’t care. The flower is simple and elegant.
Whenever I hear the Japanese words Shibui (adjective); or shibumi (noun), it reminds me of Jasmine.
The definition of these words are: refers to a particular aesthetic of simple, subtle, and unobtrusive beauty. Like other Japanese aesthetic terms, such as iki and wabi-sabi shibui can apply to a wide variety of subjects, not just art or fashion.
An curious portal. I will return to saunter some when I have the opportunity.
Thank you!
Ato ne…
davidbdale // August 31, 2008 at 10:23 pm
That does seem remarkably little to pay.