October 23, 2011
Aneeta and I met in our Shakespeare course in university.
She enchanted me when, for her term project, she got up in front of the class, assumed the character of Desdemona, and sang willow, willow, willow.
She sang Shakespeare so softly, so sweetly, so sadly, and then as one colour of the rainbow blends into the next, she began serenading in a foreign language. A Rumi poem, in Persian, she told us.
We would become spiritual lovers that Spring, after I moved her with my "Winter's Tale" presentation. We sat in gardens reading poetry together, flowers blooming all around us.
She enchanted me when, for her term project, she got up in front of the class, assumed the character of Desdemona, and sang willow, willow, willow.
She sang Shakespeare so softly, so sweetly, so sadly, and then as one colour of the rainbow blends into the next, she began serenading in a foreign language. A Rumi poem, in Persian, she told us.
We would become spiritual lovers that Spring, after I moved her with my "Winter's Tale" presentation. We sat in gardens reading poetry together, flowers blooming all around us.