A dirty lie
To the California Department of Human Resource Development, 1958 Hi I am very annoyed that you have branded my son illiterate. This is a dirty lie, as I was married a week before he was born. Mary Walker
not just a water bottle
One afternoon we were strolling in a shopping mall when I saw this. I reached out towards it and thought to myself how stylish this water bottle is and how cool to drink water from it. I must have looked contemplative, for she asked “What are you thinking about?”. I told her my thoughts. She … Continue reading
Game: Six Random Things
I was tagged by syllystitch to talk about six random things/habits/quirks about myself. And then i am to tag six other random people and tell them they have been tagged. It’s tough, as I am a very ‘random’ kind of person. Too many to shortlist… But here are the first 6 that I can think … Continue reading
Barbarians in clothing
I had an encounter yesterday at church with a barbarian in clothing and a cave woman. At the end of the service as we got up to leave, a cave woman approached us and gestured us to the barbarian. The barbarian introduced himself as a pastor and commanded us to follow him. The cave woman … Continue reading
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. The world stops moving . Our hands interconnected . A jigsaw complete Your bright eyes gleaming. Your lips smiling. The closeness I feel is more than skin deep. It’s an intuition, of what you are thinking. Your every move etched into my system. Of anticipating your every need, Responding to your every intonation. I … Continue reading
The feeling box.
Inside my skin There is this space Between my breast An indentation It twists and turns It bleeds and aches It sings and rejoices Muscle and veins Velvet and stone How does it feel To be here Inside the absence Of logic
The very first outing.
There is nothing special about this shot, except that she was beside me when I took it with my mobile. In memory of our first outing at the beach.
The look.
Caught this shot on my mobile while I was at SPCA doing a project. In Egyptian times, cats were worshipped as gods. Guess they’ve not forgotten it.
In weirdness we unite.
People say that I’m a little weird. And life’s a little weird, and she’s a little weird. By some weird twist of fate, I realized that she is someone whose weirdness is compatible with mine, so I join up with her and fall in mutual weirdness and we call it love. Love is when you … Continue reading
A blast to the past
Taken from diary, October 2005 ————————————————————————————————————– A void of nothingness. The quest for something that has no face, no identity, no words to describe. If the darkest hour always comes before dawn, I have never seen it yet. Hovering at the brink of it, struggling to grasp it, and realizing I am fingering smoke, and … Continue reading
Colour me Beautiful 
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