when I was reading ramanujan's essay- 'where mirrors are windows' I got a faint idea of what are akam(interiors) and purams(exterior). so I found some scans of text that i recently wrote in my sketchbook, which i feel reflect on my understanding of ramanujan's writings.
the words written above are a fragment of my thought, but not something that i completely understand.
hence i'm keeping those words unexplained behind the faceless .
A REMOTE OF JOY
there has never been an answer that I was looking for,
I've never been upside-down like this.
there is a faint picture of your face,
So been looking for that face.
if I only knew your name,
I would knock every door.