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Other Names #13: Keimoni

  In the train, Keimoni preferred to read a book to a newspaper, and not only because the size was practical. The paper didn’t hold her attention enough, and above all, it didn’t take her out of the present. The ride every day to work let her do the amount of reading she liked to take in at one time. She liked to read at home, at night, but other things. Keimoni read several books at once, each with a time and place, taking her out of the place and time in which she lived. She disappeared into books like someone running into the forest, emerging from the other side, always a bit changed from the experience of crossing over. These vanishing acts were a staple for all periods of waiting. In trains, busses, cabs, restaurants, park benches, offices. It did not matter if she was sloshed between sweaty arms of strangers in the train whose faces were less than two inches from hers. It did not matter if the light was too low or the seat already taken or if a hundred infants were screaming at t

I must not look

Kasar Devi, near Almora I must not look at the mountains, the white snow-clad Himalayas perched atop the clouds. I must not look at the rolling Sivaliks at my feet or the endless layer behind layer of misty mountains blurring into the sky. I must not look at the stars or think about the solar system – of giant suns spanned by countless light years, all that light turned to a speck of sparkle in the sky. I must not look at a tree for longer than a minute, so my eyes won't trace patterns in the leaves. I must never look at the time for then it passes either too slow or too fast but never as I please.     I must not do all those things so I can get some work done.