Asamo is that you ?
A book and a poem for some bookish love
my sister sent me a funny video recently which reminded us of our childhood (even of adulthood). a video of what it feels like when you have to switch off the lights of the room and go towards your room or bed. Sneha and I use to runnnnnn because of the feeling that there is a ghost behind us. I do that even as an adult now. its such a funny thing. but it is a thing. a dear friend passed on her wisdom when I was sharing with her about how scary it is to fall asleep when you live by yourself. she said ‘ I believe that ghosts are there to protect us not to harm us. they are like friends, no'. and I was like….hmmmmm. MAYBE
My family believes that too, we pray to ghosts and have temples where there are rituals to celebrate them as protectors. Each one with a unique name and for a family that it protects. but we never spoke about it to anyone or never read about it in the books we read. Until we met Asamo and Yumum from northeast. the book reminds me of my sister and me and all our stories around ghosts.
here’s Asamo is that you ? written and illustrated by Canato Jimo and Ogin Nayam
here’s Mary Oliver telling what it means to love in our knowing of otherness
How do I love you?
Oh, this way and that way.
Oh, happily. Perhaps
I may elaborate by
demonstration? Like
this, and
like this and
no more words now
:)
bookish love
ravi/raviraj