Park Bench Theories

And so she sat,
Legs crossed,
Head propped,
Obliquely,
In hands.
On elbows,
Rooted firmly,
On crossed legs.

And so he sat.
Supposedly reading,
But secretly watching,
From a bench,
A few benches away,
Wondering at what
Her pretty head,
Could possibly hold.

Water

Here’s what I want you to do.

Pour yourself a glass of water, in a glass MADE of glass. As in, not in a steel tumbler, or a ceramic mug, or your best silver ware. A real glass-glass!

Go already! (Don’t peek at the rest.)

Now that we’ve got that settled.
Hold it up to the light.
Appreciate it.
Swirl it.
Sniff it.
Appreciate!

Okay, this is not meant to be gross or icky. I want you to hear me out.

See, I was doing the same thing today, when it struck me. That little sip that just went down my pipes has slipped between so many lips before mine. So many (and they didn’t all have to be human.). But really. My water’s been to more places, seen more things and experienced more than I ever have and will ever be able to. Its seeped into the tiniest of cracks, and probably been one among the many thousand little quantities of itself, that washed out the earth, when Noah was afloat.

Right. That’s all I have to say. No, there’s no moral, profound thought, inner truth or deep insight to be inferred from this.

Kala ya Nila?

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As in, what colour is its background?

Apparently smoking kills tastebuds and colour sensors. Rods or cones or whatever they're called.

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Back.. for now.

Heres my long awaited, much anticipated return to blogging.

Or maybe it isn’t.

Anyway. A friend of mine just began blogging her heart out. And another friend of mine wall posted me yesterday and said shed randomly checked my blog out. And then I had been talking about blogs to yet another someone.

So I decided to blog again! Aren’t you happy?!

No the thing is, I’ve actually written a lot in this period that I haven’t been in the blog world. But I’m awfully critical of my own stuff, and thus never get around to putting it up.

But internet is back! And I’m here with a hot cup of milk though this is not the weather for it.

All in all.. circumstances have forced me to go back to my old friend- myself.

So its just gonna be me, myself and my thoughts for some time now. And you’re gonna be at the receiving end of it.

Have you ever kept a journal? Have you ever made profuse apologies to it when you had long stints away because life got you busy? This is something like that isn’t it? Excuses and explanations.

Who am I talking to anyway? You?