“Hometown on fire. Burning meat in the air. He sips on sherbet in the city.” What comes to your mind when you read these lines? What place...
“Hometown on fire. Burning meat in the air. He sips on sherbet in the city.”
What comes to your mind when you read these lines? What place is this, why is it burning, who has gone to the city, why is he drinking sherbet? Wouldn’t you be beset with questions? Would it not be worse if the post were your friend’s, who refused to explain it? Wouldn’t you be exasperated?
These are Tarangini’s status updates – peeves me and those like me. It is so tedious to decode her lines. Even when you feel you’ve understood, what you have arrived at isn’t more than the meaning you’ve ascribed. Only she can say what any of it really means. From the responses that are posted, it is evident that many who follow her spend sleepless nights on these intriguing lines. You can see the questions, threats, barbs, likes, abuses...well, she responds to none.
After I connected with Tarangini, I began to read her posts and comments every day. Initially, I was curious, amused as well, but before long it had turned into an addiction. It isn’t easy to resist these bizarre lines, the temptation like the pleasure derived from pouring hot water on an itchy...
