#Ideastory: Party
I’m throwing a party, she says,
and you’re not invited.Fine, he replies,
Then be sure not to send me the bill.
She may have watched Gone with the Wind too many times since she only dresses in black and white. A reflection of the way she thinks. And she supposes that a penchant for red lipstick makes her friend, a close affiliate to Bozo the clown. Bozo reasons that someone who reads Kundera and Murakami,…
I’ve just returned from an old-fashioned family vacation at the ‘native place’, complete with grand-parents, cousins and mangoes. It was nice to not have to be a boss, a sparkling wit, a responsible citizen, a busy commuter or any of those multitudinous other roles I seem to keep juggling. On…