Becoming R.R (9)

Because I am a favorite?   I was spellbound, my judgement unreturned from admiring the possibility of being unconditionally loved. Sliding into a position of repose, I watched my arms unfetter from H.R’s grasp as he left me for the podium, his head making little bowing movements towards the students who rose up to greet…

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Becoming R.R (8)

I arrived at the classroom late, in time for my comrades to see me hugged by H.R as I walked in. The hug was, as always, carried out at my own expense of privacy, with an air half encouraging half admonitory until his sense of authority was confirmed in my resignation. Was he going to…

Becoming R.R (7)

As if the measurement of time was renegotiated, overnight the proposal was passed on a majority vote.   The National Land Act was administered by the History Department. Key provisions, distilled, plastered over the national newsletter, their phrases and meanings disjointed in the babel of voices of the students. H.R, read the separately issued report,…

Becoming R.R (6)

After the fall of 1990, the name J.B started to claim space in R.R’s diary and was recalled, perhaps due to an abrupt suspension of their previously assiduous correspondence, with a showing of vulnerability that the journalist was not ready to admit. B.R routinely occupied his reflection, more by her unique point of view as…

Becoming R.R (5)

The crowdedness of the store was characterized by a gentle form of movement. Doctors and masters from the History Department gathered; the purpose of discussion concerned them indifferently. Their faces, beaming more life under the unassuming light of the coffee shop than within the spacious boundary of the department, became identifiable at a closer distance.…

Becoming R.R (4)

R.R wrote diligently, but in this case, it would be quick to recognize abundance as a sign of coherency. The reservoir of sentimentality did its own deduction when the right to his sensibilities was felt to be none. The weekend could be meetings at the department, otherwise unmemorable but for feelings of pity inspired by…

Becoming R.R (3)

R.R’s Diary   Oct 10th, 1990 Today in class, a student suspected the revolution to be a conspiracy to further nullify the faint association between departments. This caused the discussion a pause for thought, which delighted me; the proposed theory was quickly rejected, to my dismay. But the silence was in itself a small voice…

Becoming R.R (2)

Road to the department was populated, distinctively so on that day than the rest. I drew a deep breath, attentive for the kind of posthumous epiphany I always thought would strike, if not at my own mortal cost, surely in moments like this. Instead I was once again distracted by the “time is money, efficiency…

Becoming R.R (1)

Whenever strangeness of the mind exceeded the limitation of its vocabulary, my secret hope was to be buried in the next line of R.R’s monologue, unpremeditated yet adequately nourished with dialectical fantasies. My master was, among his more predictable colleagues at the department of thought, the most admired by pupils. My eyes once stabbed at…

Living Wonders

Hardly was it a forensic doctor’s obligation to be sympathetic: his specially trained eyes, which must be accessible only to telltale signs hidden under the layers of dead tissues, are certainly not to the bereaved young wives. The somberness of his expertise sounded in the rising tide of moaning families that rose and set the…