Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

Jaane tu ya jaane na…

It’s a freezing, friendless night. My contemplation of the starkness is broken; I whirl around, sensing her presence immediately…..

… on Hanuman, and why kids do not make good presenters

This is not a book review by any stretch of imagination. However, due to lack of imagination while creating my tags, I’ve tagged this post as a book review.

(Here’s something I found that I’d written almost three years back!)

The fruits were sitting in a bowl
A pretty glass bowl it was
But they were in a very bad mood
and it was all because
the apple declared that he was the best,
for he didn’t have any flaws

Read the rest here

I think I’ve dug deep enough
No treasure here
I didn’t have a map
Perhaps
that was the problem
all along

Read the rest here.

To: the.mrs@gmail.com
From: the.mr@gmail.com

Darling,
I got the note you left on the fridge this morning. Thanks, but I’m confused. I thought we had discussed your trip in detail, and you had decided not to go. What made you change your mind overnight?

Is this anything to do with Saloni? You were really not very nice to her last night, considering that she is your best friend, and that she took the trouble to come down all the way from Delhi to give you a surprise visit.

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Once upon a time, there was a little creeper that stood on a balcony. Its owner had taken a fancy to it at a garden store, but once planted, she had soon forgotten about it.

More here.

Bargains are like that -
you win some, you lose some

More here

There’s no escape.

A really short one!

Why no postings on 10/11? Was it a no-post day?

Well, here’s my post on Old World Charm.

Just the sound -
a misty mystical murmuring,
against street-light halos
and twinkling, tinkling puddles

More here

Wanna play?
(That sounds as “corny” as it can get! )

Maya was a tall woman with square shoulders, large uneven teeth and thin hair that had been blow-dried into a wispy cloud around her face. She had a hearty laugh that one could hear right across the room, and for all her eight and twenty years, she seemed to be much older. Our conversation was lively, for she seemed to know all the right things to say and her jokes were timed to perfection. It was only when she asked me in a jocular fashion to scratch her nose that we realized she was without an arm.

The story awaits here.

Here are some pics of our lil balcony garden.

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Special delivery for Chay and Cheti!

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I’m heaving a sigh of relief - here’s why.

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Here, here, and here.

A trio of Haikus, and after a really long time, a nonsense rhyme!