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| Seanie Blue | | Account | PREMIUM - Unlimited | | Status | General artist | | Title | I Saw You on the Bridge | | Category | Error ? | Photography / Miscellaneous / Nature / Scenery / Waterscape | | Gallery | Portfolio | | Comment | I saw you on the bridge. But this picture is proof that you weren’t really there.
In a grocery store on Lexington Avenue I hear my name whispered. A man in white shock is staring at me, shivering in surprise and elation and fear. Is he seeing things?
“Is it really you?”
I met his girlfriend Vineeta in the cancer ward at Johns Hopkins. She had the sort of nausea where it doesn’t matter if you throw up and take compazine; you’re still paralyzed with nausea. To stand up or move quickly is to cause instant pounding headache. You could throw up 20 times, but no relief, not like Saturday night. The nurses always had two cups of ginger ale within her reach, but nausea ruled.
“Thank you so much for the ginger,” whispers the man in the store on Lexington. “We were standing on a bridge after she recovered, and I was thinking I never loved anyone so much as I loved her and at that exact moment she hugged me and said she wasn’t going to make it.”
I gave her my ginger, fresh cut, and she put it under her nose. Didn’t work the first time, because ginger only prevents nausea. Cannot get rid of it. But every day after that she came in with ginger under her nose, and we would speak to each other about her native Bombay with blocks of ginger like mustaches beneath our nostrils. Nobody cared about me and the ginger, since I looked like somebody running after a bus. But Vineeta was regal, feline, chiseled from delicate lines. With her endorsement, and her sudden recovery, fresh ginger played like a pop song that winter in the cancer ward.
Vineeta got out on a motorcycle with the boyfriend and roamed the world for six months until they stopped on that bridge to look at the falls. She was dead two months later, and now here is her boyfriend eight years later seeing a ghost in Manhattan.
“Thanks for the ginger,” says he.
“Which bridge?” says me.
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Multnomah Falls
24mm, 1/4 at f9, ISO 200. | | Created | October 31, 2007 at 12:00am | | Published | January 16, 2008 at 05:33pm | | Art Limited seen | Yes | | Seen by members | 26 times | | Seen by visitors | 900 times | | Favourite | 0 times | | Social | |
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Eline M woahha. Seems to be here in front of the bridge to see water falls.
The story is deep, sad and strong ... I would have loved to see a B&W one ...Jan 16, 2008 at 08:14pm Ree Ja Kim Heartbreaking story, but you express it beautifuly in your words and your photography.
She is not on the bridge, but in the waterfall. I see her.Mar 4, 2008 at 08:51pm Follow the discussion |
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