READ ME

A Story by JENY

This is highly confidential . Only for my friend Ed Hart

Dear friend Ed-Hart.

The other day you asked me to write about myself. But when I start typing, words evades me as if they are afraid to take part in the act of translating my entity into the so called meaningfully grammatically arranged collection of alphabets. Not because mine is an exceptional life story. But, neurons of my brain are alien to the art of translating what I was in the past. Their attempt to come to terms with a trauma of my past might have persuaded them to choose a forced amnesia. So whenever there comes a time for translation they act as if the fluids in their synapses freeze to inaction.

So I gave up the idea of direct recalling and resorted to a more comfortable way of expressing myself. Writing. What I am as a women get revealed in my writing. When I write I never keep any distance between my brain and my heart that is incompatible with what am I actually. So sir, read my writing

Still I can tell you something about me which is not static and is prone to change at any time. I am unmarried. I am above thirty but below forty. I am a highersecondary school teacher . I have post graduation in 2 subjects. In mathematics and psychology.

I am a person who loves to live in silence. I have great fascination for persons like you. Though I am born as Christian, I selected Hindhu philosophy (not Hinduism) especially the concept of Advaitha for my spiritual journey.

I read a lot. And my closest friend is my father. I have mother and a brother.

Brother a lecturer. I live happily with my brother’s family.

But Sir….you didn’t tell me….who you are.

Tough I could read some pages of your life, I am not satisfied. I want to know more about you. Please satisfy my curiosity or it will go bellicose.