More intelligent minds than mineHave spokenEverything of consequence saidNow I speak my unimportant bit Never saw the sky this blueBroken shells hint at the ideaOf something that wasAnd has passedLike time whispering Footprints on sandJust before the tide washes inAren’t uglyNeither is the old mill. If you liked this post,…
A weekend date with two women friends. My male friend put it as, “Spent a lot of money? Bitched a lot about men?” What would he know of girl talk?
The man and I have several themes of conversations running. We do manage to have those despite bad telephone signals along the train routes, mad auto-rickshawalas, terror workplace situations and differences in time zones.
It’s nice to know you that you aren’t as sad as you thought you would be. I’m very boring except when I’m flirting or blogging. You’re doing neither, any more. And I wonder who this stranger is, who sits in front of me. After a month of perfect conversations, we…
A day in 55-word notes… ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~Last night It was madnessI’m not afraid of madnessIt’s the thought of being locked away for it that holds me backThat madness hasn’t left me; Oh joy!One moment, one blink…is all it needs. Love is madness, a screaming, hysterical madness. I fell asleep last night…
The sins of an over-hectic schedule caught up with me this weekend. I’ve been working quite hard and partying rather hard too, for my metabolism. When you wake up on a weekday (and in these times, on a weekend too), there isn’t a minute to be wasted. So much to…
A relationship in 55 words. She proposed. He declined. You’re too intense for me. He said then. A few years later, they met.He was older, she wiser. He frowned, I don’t like what you’ve become. You didn’t like me the way I was! She wanted to cry when he said…
Sex in 55 words. Carrie Bradshaw: Just when I thought I couldn’t get any higher….he spooned me. I asked him, I know why I love spooning. It feels good to be held and cuddled. But what’s it for you? He said, It also feels good to hold and cuddle someone….
Sometimes we are on the same train. I have a ‘subject-to-last-minute-change’ schedule. Maybe so does she. Is she a student? Or a working professional? She dresses like a teenager would, if she had the acquired sense of style that someone at least a decade older would have. Her face is…
I’ve discovered that the only way to survive Monday is to charge at it like you’re on a roller-coaster. Eyes closed, hurtle into it at top speed. It will be over before you know it and what’s more you may even have had fun. You can count the broken bones…