i dream to know your ghost.

i would love to write a biography, writing about the life of another person. another true, living, feeling person. listen to her favourite songs, crying for her hurt, feeling her love, watching her life pass by all over again. a mammoth task, i presume? but it is something i would love to do once in my life. imagining myself wiping off her tears, speaking to her ghost, listening to her deepest thoughts. magical - i reckon. Every one's life is beautifully written, if only we could harness the strongest emotions and let them break out of their repressive shell, all of us would become another of Jane Austen's chapters.

everyday we get to know people, a part of them, two parts of them - three. Haven't you ever had the curiosity, or need, to know what makes up the rest of the complete picture? A pressing want to understand WHY and HOW someone so interesting (to you, at least) has come to be? what Defines the person, the paths she took, the people she met, the emotional, psychological, spiritual struggles that must have MUST have happened along the way. i cannot but sit and adore a person's broken smile, not knowing what broke it, and at which point in life. all these, i want to gobble down in one session, yet it comes only with time, and only to the privileged.

forgive me if i ask to know more of you than you would normally allow people to be privy to - because, more than anything else, i want to know you.