Poetry in quicksand, that is love embraced or spurned. My grandpa's words. He didn't seem like a man who had loved that much or that well but these words gave him a gravity otherwise absent, like one of those women possessed during a theyyam. I liked him, not too much, not too little - just enough. i liked what he said about love better. I can't claim to have been in love or not been in love, too much ambiguity. His words were the closest i've ever come to have words express what i felt once or maybe twice or even thrice in my life. I'm hope he did not get it wrong.