I read a short story written by a friend from college recently. It was a proud moment to see one of our own getting published in a reputable literary magazine. B was a geek who dreamed of being literary without the education in early life or the time to work on her craft later. We were kindred spirits in that sense. I was glad to see her make it somewhere even if decades too late. But the topic of her story put me in a pensive mood. Only those who knew her well from her college das would be able to see that it was autobiographical. She was pushed into an arranged marriage by her parents. It was considered a high-status match for their family - having scored the best deal ever, they made haste to close. In her story, B mentions meeting her ex-boyfriend from college a decade after marriage. The event is described with the degree of precision that is hard to mistake. That was S clear as day. In her story S is married and so is the protagonist but both are unhappy in their own ways. S is e...
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..