{"id":134,"date":"2016-03-19T22:27:04","date_gmt":"2016-03-19T22:27:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/?p=134"},"modified":"2023-11-24T18:44:07","modified_gmt":"2023-11-24T18:44:07","slug":"i-cant-turn-the-page","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/i-cant-turn-the-page\/","title":{"rendered":"I can&#8217;t turn the page"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/book-794978_1920.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"576\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/book-794978_1920-1024x576.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-274\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/book-794978_1920-1024x576.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/book-794978_1920-300x169.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/book-794978_1920-768x432.jpg 768w, http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/book-794978_1920-1536x864.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/book-794978_1920.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">I open my digital diary to write my thoughts in <br>It takes a long time to load, reminding me it\u2019s time to begin <br>a new word document; like I used to do before, when she was still around <br>every now and then, I would conclude an old doc and a new doc would be found..! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">I would call it \u201cturning the page\u201d. <\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">But now I can\u2019t bring myself to turn anything<br>as if my heart refuses to have a new beginning<br>I write wrapped in the security of the old document<br>The file hangs; it\u2019s too big, I face a predicament<br><br>It pleads I close this chapter and begin again, afresh, anew and such<br>I balk. I will carry on living in the same sentence, thank you very much<br>I fear a comma maybe safe, a semi-colon may do, but a full stop &#8211; that&#8217;s dangerous!<br>Carrying in it the threat of a new sentence, a new paragraph, a new page &#8211; and that\u2019s serious!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">A new page takes me further<br>and farther away from her<br>So. I can\u2019t turn the page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Writing in the document that began when she was still near<br>feels like living in the same house, the same city, at least the same hemisphere<br>As her.<br>I imagine us living on Broadway, both of us<br>She uptown, I downtown, I could take the train or the bus <br>And even if no train or bus would take me to her place,<br>there is at least a straight, known path to her space<br>I would walk<br>And if no walk could cover such distance,<br>To take me to the meaning of my existence<br>I can still believe our new addresses share the same street name<br>Starting a new page, a new doc would be so lame<br>It would be like turning a corner or moving on, to another street<br>then another, and soon, any odds of running into her would be beat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">The doc hangs again, I cross my fingers<br>The hourglass lingers<br>But No. I can\u2019t turn the page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-left\"><em><em>Swati is a sister, storyteller, a filmmaker, an environmentalist and a first generation immigrant to the United States. She can be reached via&nbsp;<\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.linkedin.com\/in\/swatifilmmaker\"><em>Linkedin<\/em><\/a><em>&nbsp;and&nbsp;<\/em><a href=\"mailto:swati@TiredAndBeatup.com\"><em>swati@TiredAndBeatup.com<\/em><\/a><\/em><br><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I imagine us living on Broadway, both of us<br \/>\nShe uptown, I downtown, I could take the train or the bus<br \/>\nAnd even if no train or bus would take me to her place,<br \/>\nthere is at least a straight, known path to her space&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":274,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"chat","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134","post","type-post","status-publish","format-chat","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-reflections","post_format-post-format-chat"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":276,"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134\/revisions\/276"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/274"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.tiredandbeatup.com\/writings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}