Thursday, June 12, 2008

the silence

Why the silence, Hidayah?
Amidst skipping out on Hadi's 4-wheel drive adventure overseas, enduring chest pains, surviving the stifling system and sleepless nights, I managed to finish writing my book! Yes, the long-awaited Gedung Kuning, Memories of a Childhood Home is completed - all 29 short stories (32,943 words, 1/3 of a PhD dissertation). This is my labour of love which started 4 years ago.
I should then be jumping with joy, right? My silent composure causes some to worry and they wonder... Am I worried that NUS Press might not publish my book? Am I anxious about the expensive rewiring, retiling and plastering of my new dilapidated flat? Am I terrified that I might not pass the MCAT and make it to Harvard next year? Am I saddened by the not-fairy-tales endings of love stories?

Sometimes the silence kills you slowly, n'est pas?
Sabarlah Den Ayu...


Anonymous said...

be silent and don't try
to add up what's been
an unaccountable grace
has come to you.


take care!
kakak, mcca.

Matthew Eaves said...

Well done, I also am (still) writing! Can't wait to get to the point where you are!