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The magic of absurdity (blog marathon post 26)

 My best friend and I often chat on an Instant Messenger. Sometimes what we talk is so absurd that we crack up completely---and then have to call the other just to hear the absolute helpless laughter. After one such mad session, I wrote this poem which I share below. If you have a friend with whom you can laugh like this, you will probably love this one. Read and let me know if you liked!




Laughter.
Helpless laughter.
Guffaw, chuckles, mirth, cracking-up, cacchination, hilarity
Absurdity.
For a whole five minutes.
Oh, the joy of utter nonsense.
A priceless memory made.
Life gifts you unexpected moments
And sometime in the future,
We will look back and say
“Remember that time when we laughed so hard that our tummies hurt?”
And we will laugh again.
Reliving the magic of absurdity
And it’s power to heal.

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© 2015 Preeti Shenoy

 For more poems click here. Some poems have already appeared in print. Kindly do not reproduce without permission.


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Comments

  1. Preethi it is awesome.. I cherish the days when myself and my frnd laughed like hell for silly things.. we have been friends for 15 years right frm 1 st standard and we still continue to be the best buddies working at same office.. it's a wonderful feel when I read this poem memories of my childhood are brought back.. thank u so much...loved the poem :)

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  2. That makes me smile.reminding me of one face,years of friendship,the laughter,the teasing the silly pranks.!

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  3. That makes me smile.reminding me of one face,years of friendship,the laughter,the teasing the silly pranks.!

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  4. When I read this post, it reminded me of my cousin and I who used to meet every summer. No matter what was happening in my life, I would share everything with her. The best part of it all - Talking non-stop for hours and not even realizing that the time was 3 AM. We would laugh and laugh so much that once I cracked a joke while she was drinking water and the next thing I know, the water was all over the floor like a puddle! We will never get those days back so it is always advisable to cherish those friendships with friends/relatives/colleagues, etc :-)

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  5. Friendship is forever.. reminds me of my friend with whom the calls are still the same even after 15 long years.. Nice read..!!!

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