1. There are gray white clouds and sun is shining bright among them. The crickets buzz. A sparrow sings every now and then. There was a rat on my way. A dead rat being eaten by a crow. Dragonflies fly and the tea stall boy is sweeping the floor. The truck that got punctured yesterday was still there on the spot. Another truck was standing on the way. A tractor trolley with sand got stuck on a street where cabling work was recently done. The sound of silence is pleasant this morning. Three long hours of work, and the street is clean.
2. The guy who comes here early is surly fed up of rains. As I moved out of the house it was absolutely quiet. I clearly understand why the lining of clouds towards North was very dark blue beauty. I kept walking through the fresh air. I feel that being adjusted to the climate is easy. I’ve come here only to see how the sky looks. 3. Buffaloes pass by. By and by bygone days come to fore. I had pasta and grams in breakfast. Towards the end the remarkable results were attained. The total perception centred me in the core. Now I am good to go. The effort is great, as it is not easy to get the time to practice.
3. I was early this morning. Sweet chirping of black birds and melodious flute. Butterflies, dragonflies and dancing plants. Soothing breeze. There are patches of clouds in the sky. Warmth of the sun, humidity of the earth.
4. The tea stall guy had some tea falling on his hand as he was serving me tea. The tea stall guy smiled at me in a friendly manner.
5. I asked if he had the chutki. The peppermint mixture. He told me he only had sweety. I am waiting for the company. I asked him if he has a sugar stick.
6. He said studies were fine but when enquired about what he had studied last in English, he refused to answer. I thought about how he might have done it so well.
7. The mound made by Honda ants has different granules than the particles of the sand. Sandaracknowledgerdemaineptitudeuteranopiateateryearlyresonantennasteriskylarkspursineonoiridescentrancenotaphosphenemyalgiambicarustictussellatedeemediationiconicicleotardamsonostockadeaconnuchantaipeidolon I wish I’d had the time to have seen it.
8. The crow sings. Above my head, on a branch. It’s portent. …
1. It’s a nice weekend morning here. Yellow butterfly flyover flutterby bilateral relations between two people. Ants. Burroughs. Yellow flowers. Green leaves dancing. The ivies on the neem tree also dance. A 180 metre long boundry wall fell because of the lightening. I am not disgusted by the way people react in the face of chaos. It was clear right from the onset. The tea was pleasant. The day before yesterday the stall guy had pitch black eyes. Earlier it was red eyes now it’s bald head. Something or the other to pick on. My sibling once asked: why do you have so much hatred for some things? The reason he asked the question was because he wasn’t able to perceive it in himself. I saw people. Hungry people dying for negative attention. What would their leaders look like? And what would their master look like? Yes, extremely hungry. I should be grateful for the stick I have in my hand because I didn’t bring umbrella. The roads were wet and the birds are chirping sweetly. I refused to play ping pong balls with them and it made them furious. It’s always some king or the other. I admit that you are a sovereign because there’s only one ground where reality dances a unique dance. You are that reality like me: why then, do you need, a king in every street and house? Do names really have meaning? How big is your kingdom? Do you even own your mind? I understand that you don’t and it’s fine by me. You can’t control the flow of your thoughts, but if they’re your thoughts, you can control them and decide who they are shared with.
2. There are cows near the railway track. Two technicians start filling the silent air with some random talk. The act is not top notch. They don’t mind you overhearing their conversation because they are putting it as a hint for suggestions they want you to absorb. In fact, what they have been doing is suggesting they are from the company that is making the railway tracks, and they have a problem that they need your help in solving.
3. If it’s not your doing, but rather your nondoing, your presence as not opposed to their absence but your graceful dance, your melodious flute, which is the voice of their soul. Why does it hurt? It shouldn’t. The only thing that is wrong is your body, which is a pack of secrets
. 4. Yamashita tabanid nidit ditto toasting toadying yingyang anglers. Lurking king kong chronicle clerihew hewn stewn sewn on the other Theravada vadapaav paavbhaaji chutney. I go to japan on my way back to samoa I don’t think I’ll be coming back to samoa
. 5. I did following things: breathing, walking, sleeping, writing and minding my surroundings: and it created some kind of resistance periodically. I don’t know if it is in any way unlawful but it’s somehow generating immense resistance because there is a good dancer who dances an amazing dance since time immemorial. When I saw the dance I was surprised and I thought if I could go to learn the dance I would be able to go anywhere in the world, even to China
. 6. It has been three days in a row and as soon as I sit under the margosa tree: two people join me. They pretend to talk about this or that but mostly it’s unconvincing because they could’ve chosen to be on the tea stall nearby. Oh they can’t go anywhere else they have been given incentive to be here. If someone as good as three thousand rupees per month can be given this much attention: mostly negative: they must be doing something too positive. Law of opposites. When I was in the village: I used to be a great dancer but my family members are not pleased with my dancing
. 7. Now there were three of them: they took names out of the journal but their flawed programming was clearly understood. The man with the azure shirt was not a labourer and had big nails. The slaty shaded pant guy had been here before. And they thought that the intelligence was blind. That it only takes random names and numbers for execution, damage or exaltation. If it were really so: it wouldn’t have been called an “intelligence” now, would it? And actually it’s not an intelligence but ‘the’ intelligence. The alpha and the omega. They were not aware of the blind intelligence.
8. The fourth guy said: I have served in bigger company and I don’t care about the small company like this. It was slightly strange but the new guy was wearing a shirt which was also azure, like that of the previous guy. I was not a tradecraftsman nor a rat or snitch but they needed no convincing that I was one of them as there were many tapping onto my wires, only stealthily, not treacherously because I took it for granted that whatever I spoke about to my wards or neighbours was made public because it was spoken with all earnestness without any reservations or hiding. The agreement had been that if I became a witness or a snitch, I would never be allowed to become a tradecraftsman and would have to leave
. 9. Being misunderstood was not something I loved. The only thing was: your presence made them feel smothered : and there was no escaping it. It was the presence of a name or form, a perzona, a masquerade, an identity. I really appreciate it as a script but not as a livelong business because I have more than you can see. I am infinity. So are you. Are you not? Don’t you know it already? So be it. Well, then; you are myself; if you are
. 10. There is a fire in California, earlier it was Australia. I remember about Amazon rainforest. I thought the twenty first century was the golden age with technology amply developed to create a safety mechanism against such fires. Resplendent dentists fragrant ranting chores galore. I found out that the greatest danger for the future is the unfathomable.
11. Cleanliness survey? I have lived in Chennai. How come Tamil people who took pride in their education are not caring well for cleanliness? I have seen a picture of monkey and a rat together.
12. I thought they were joking about gutka spitters. Now I don’t understand. There were monkeys on the field yesterday. I took a picture. I saw monkeys in a dream. You were wearing a white shirt. I saw a boy who had stone for chocolate. And he considered it dharma to chew on it, like dogs chew on the bones. They were violating all laws. Including the freedom of expression. What happened to the constitution? If we don’t have one, the monkeys can’t remain here.
1.There’s a dead bird. It rained in night. I would be lying on a bed of lies if I said that weather hasn’t been pleasant in the entire month of August. A month of nice weather is something remarkable. I feel wonderful : you can read, write or go for picnic if you can afford. I hope that we could have some repeat of it soon.
2. The man on the tea stall was injured and it seemed it was not polite to ask as he was wearing bandages and had many bruises. I hesitated before asking. I asked once the tea was served: he told that his bike’s chain slipped yesterday near the three way. The dragonflies are in the air. I hear people talk about something which is indistinct. I can hear the sound of the sea waves.
3. The goons were back and the talk you heard was not a coincidence. It was orchestrated by cowards for obvious reasons. The subtle build up of something they never understood. Why do they need these? Because they had nothing better. To make up for the years they failed to save.
4. The hole was full of them. They had no other business but to follow the command of their owners. Their purpose was to make you cry.
5. The question was not to take the vehicle through. The question was to feel free. There was a great deal of ruckus. It’s the same sign. The old man had many grudges. Gestation period was over. The people thought they were doing a good thing. I saw that there was a hubbub bubblegum Mugwumps thumbs-up handpumps umpteen umpires pyres resplendent dentists fragrant ranting about tingling lingas mingling jingling blingbotsslingshotspotsupshots. To be a man in those days was to fight for your country.
6. There’s a strange idea about making exaggerated claims. What people can’t control : they are scared of. Whatever scares you is the scarecrow rowboats oats sloat shalom anulom vilom anunaki Milwaukee milquetoast roast chicken kenophobia hobnobita tabanid horsemaybluecolddragonflyovertureundertoned. The Scarecrow had no arms, legs, or head, and what was left of him was lying in the straw.
7. As said before: you needed nothing special to be done to create a certain unease. Just be where you are. They want you to take sides. If you don’t then you are a strange case. They would accuse you of all things you never even considered. This is what witch trials were about. You may say there is certain devilry in the way they execute the so called “persecution syndrome.” But it’s at worst an attestation of the fact that you did something right. The garbage and the hole is full to the brim with such people who are scared for their lives. They are not aware of themselves and walk like zombies. I see them but can’t do much about them. At least I never showed them any flattery or pity.
8. There is a clear example of lineage being a hurdle rather than a support. Darker memes come back to cling even when you’re sober and aware that they’re completely ignorant. Contradictions are the fuel of the human mind. 9. Why can’t they directly tell you about their dislikes: because they are flickering, like their minds, in the wind of time: there are multiple layers of law. How many minutes of your time do they take before you return back to the dancing light. No matter how many it’s all going to end, for them, for you, for everyone because there are no eternal shows. They believe that they can leave their bodies. 10. The crow sings on electric wire. It sings a strange song. Kabbalists are not at rest. Why does it take so much effort to stay still? I really don’t understand. Fake news. They are too active and you wanted to tell them that their customs are good only for them whereas you are doing well. The Kabbalists took away the old world with their tradition.
There was a dead dog lying on my way. There were flies on it. I heard hymns as I walked towards the PAN card office. He gave me a receipt but the excuses he was giving for the delay had no solid grounds. I had given him the details before applying and his optimism about getting it in time has been a curve with downward slope.
Lopsided excuses by the new prospective employer who was either not able to afford me or didn’t find my demonstration satisfactory. She gave lame excuses just to be polite and it’s third rejection this season which goes to show I have put in efforts and I handle rejection very well. Now schedule is not going to be hectic but I have to explore a new dimension. The kid had headache as yet another drunken brawl caused him stress and anxiety. His plight is felt deeply but I am only a tutor. I have heard all kind of talk but the low mindedness to which people around me have gone merely to ensure that I comply with the status quo would make these pages look filthier if filled with detail. These are the same people who utter name of Gandhi and Shiva day in and day out and they have their own versions of all principles to suit their need. Jumman, the labourer was holding a quarter of beer under the teen shade made for labourers. I interviewed him before entering this premise on May Day in 2018. Nothing seems to have changed for him it seems. I have not observed his mad wife who used to break bricks using her head. The way about the way is to keep walking here. As it turns out: the tea stall guy created the ruckus merely to be able to abuse openly. Similarly, the big scandal was created to make sure that all the attention is drawn to their safety. I kept walking to only hear whining people whine more loudly. I am happy to have not got lost in my overpowering ecstasy. It’s good that I can walk for a while. Rest later…
1. Listen well, oh wise one, I will reveal you an eternal mystery!
2. A kingfisher perched on an electric wire. A squirrel was rubbing its ear with its toe. The black bird with a crest asked the kingfisher thusly: pray tell me oh blue bird, why does this emptiness sucks me in, like dust particles are sucked by a vacuum.
3. The kingfisher said: listen well oh beautiful bird: the emptiness is not empty nor does it absorb. It’s your seeking which suffocates you.
4. The meaning of life ends in preservation and proliferation. It’s all about forms which are better, endurable and useful.
5. The knowledge is not illusion but the desire to gain knowledge or to prolong life is certainly illusion.
6. The blue bird continued as the black bird heard with surprise: listen well oh wise: the knowledge and its use are two different domains.
7. The knowledge is neither true nor false. Use makes it so.
8. Life is energy. Fundamental energy exists. Science admits it. Spirituality admits it as well. There is no confusion about it.
9. As water can’t long for water and fire can’t long for fire: life can’t long for life. What exists can’t desire to be. Desire always indicates lack of something. If life doesn’t desire, it must be an illusion. All pleasure and pain borne out of such longing must be illusions too.
10. Desire to live or to die are inherent in forms where life considers itself limited
11. There is neither a beginning nor an end to this timeless illusion which is supported by the timeless reality, like dreams are supported by the sleep.
12. Intense seeking ends in wondering. Nonseeking is the foundation for seeking but it’s primordial and at rest.
13. Those who seek eventually find what they seek and then retire. That which is true can’t be denied by either Science or superscience. Only the application makes one deluded because it’s parting from the perfect rest.
14. Master Ganesha went out to play, with clay! Lay down baby boy babu is on mount Abu said the master Saabu, a playmate.
1. Transport vehicles have a story to tell via messages written on them: one says: “man doesn’t become unhappy because of his own pain but because of giving pleasure to others.” Another says: ” mercy is the cause of unhappiness.” It’s not amusing but certainly off the mark as far as philosophy goes. It’s a Saturday and two strange things happen: there was a man walking before me with his hand in his back pocket: as soon as he disappeared in a street while I stop to take a picture of a crow, two mules emerge out of the street suddenly behind me. Tapping of their feet continued quite for some time as kabbalists are at unrest. A man carrying sand in a red trolley abuses the TCIE express truck driver. A duo on bike whisper in the ears of mule “you’re acting like a goon.”
I take some pictures and keep walking. A kingfisher flies from left to right just before the pulley. The small truck was carrying plywood. I saw the deaf man coming with a puffed up chest towards me and the man in the black shirt was carrying a crowbar. I took the picture of a crow. It’s Saturday and Saturn rides the crow they say. I kept watching the parrot until it disappeared. I observed another group of birds chattering on a mandap. I was wondering if the truck guys were genuine. Barely three of us and he asked me to help him push the truck as his battery was down. I asked him to call more people and he did. The truck started and we shook hands before they disappeared in the drizzle. They were going to Gwalior from Satna via this route. The reason they stopped might be: a superstition, a lack of permit or the probability that they were drunk or carrying something illegal. The guy who told his name to be Ravi didn’t have straight answers to my questions, neither did the other guy who said he was named Sheru. I recall that event when I gave a hand to a trailer, before that a bike. The bike event did seem genuine but now I doubt. Master mason “the mentalist” told me about the “asking for help because
2. Tears started flowing down my cheeks because of her unconditional love. The man on the first tea stall was blabbering some strange things while women were brushing their teeth with neem sticks. At the minute I left my house some women were doing pooja. The kuntal lady stopped penning verses after being diagnosed as KJ mentalist.
3. Though it’s a strange world but everything has to add up to 8 as it’s a Saturday. A taxi passes by with a song playing. It names women as characterless and everything dependent on money. Why women need to pass all test? Because men are the designers. There’s no proof for men creating women out of ribs but it’s good to go.
4. And soon that break also becomes work. As far as I am concerned: I neither rest nor work. Some people who are addicted to work keep working even in the sleep. A van with the name ‘Udandasta’ passes by. It means a flying squad. It’s not flying but it’s called so for some reason.
5. It’s a strange world. The student wanted me to focus on the chapter. He was rude. He neither knew the meaning of Science nor knew the meaning of literature. He is a sixteen year old shaped by the modern education which has mostly dumb people in positions of authority as truly educated people like Dhaniram are not found on any chairs. I am amazed at the games a bunch of people play. Superstitious people who neither want to let you live nor let you die in peace. It’s a rigged game. Devil may care about the details : you just care about the retails. The old man needs 150 grams of mustard oil for massage. Ganesh brand. The kid can order pizzas but he imagines that his best friend is an under nineteen cricket player who never has the time to talk. He might be doing this just to escape the harsh reality. The void. He might be interested in becoming an actor more than a cricketer. I really don’t know how the synchronization of murder, mayhem and revenge is orchestrated but like romances there has been not even an iota of truth in any comeuppance or poetic justice. I don’t know why they want to plant it in your mind that being vigilante is good. The best course here is to move out first thing.
1. Many hungry ghosts: each vying for attention. The Jewish girl wrote a long story. She was fond of her dog but her god was not fond of her. The girl was more interested in writing.
2. I heard the whirling leaves dancing in the breeze. Each day I ask myself: could it have been more beautiful? Unlike passers-by I don’t long for more. This is enough. This is perfect. Where is Socrates and why does it matter? I wish to thank my friend for trying.
3. Should I thank myself or lockdown or virus or my stagnant family for these walks? I was content then, content now. All my little adjustments reveal more beautiful worlds full of light and awareness. Nothing is impeding my escape from that silly notion of something impeding.
4 People want something. They want to escape reality. There is no escaping themselves. Either invent a disease and work to prevent it or create wars or problems to solve. Something to chew on externally. Something to think about internally.
5. Tohu verse for mitzvah girl: tashlichichbinliechenrezigzagzigguratbaggeryemensuturetinueulogyrationoosephereticalculustrousumptuousulcustardappleoninelivestibuleopardandruffurlonghongkongulchravineyardentistrystuductileopardoomsdaynearbyearmarkedemantoidungeonlycanopyratedeltabaniditintinabulationutmegastrickshawkerchieftaintedeterminantennastylusufructoseoulukalapurushamustardramatistarrastammyalgiambicpentametersevereverseventhsealarmigermulctohunchbackbitinglingastronomytrochenoughostockpilemonsoonostockraspberryemenigmatadormoribundieidolonomanslandslidingdongutturallyingyangumshoeilladealteredstateacupuckeredoomoodrumurmuring When they do, they always have a built in escape clause, in case they should change their minds.
1. There were giant bats on the Ashok tree. It has started to drizzle as we were waiting near the swing. Wings of bats were spread like canopies. Batlings were battling with drizzle drops, flying zigzag. They were not there just a few days ago. An owl and half lives there too. It’s cute. A bird with a crest was sitting on an iron bar. They threw their beedi and went away. The owl with white feathers on top of the white electric poll flew away as soon as it saw me coming to take a picture. I moved out of house without an umbrella. I had walked only a few blocks when drizzling became rapid and I had to go back and pick the umbrella. The umbrella has a gaping hole on the handle.
2. The rapid movement of clouds from left to right created an exquisite scenery. I took many pictures before the second tea stall. The truck kept moving slowly until it disappeared in the horizon. It was the fourth day since its accident. I saw the deaf man before the narrow passage. He was trying to tell about yesterday’s bus accident. I tried to grasp his sign language. It rained and umbrella came in handy for saving torso. The deaf man said his name was Li Ning.
3. I got a job offer yesterday evening. The timings need to be adjusted. I also need to explore another direction for an examination. The days are hectic. He will see her in a day or two.
4. She was looking at him with intrest but he had no time for her. The customs. People are enjoying good weather. He plans to have a discussion with his father.
5. The discussion about breeding is a fundamental discussion. The second hand was moving without jerk and it was time. The stuffed tomatoes were singing ginseng songs. The father is thinking about the son.
6. The dancing lord is dancing an amazing dance. I don’t pay any heed to gossips. I don’t have anything to look forward to. Nor do I have anything to look backwards. It has all been erased. The teacher came and stood on the left side.
1. The birds were chirping sweetly. Sound of a distant truck approaching gets louder. Doppler. Doppelganger. Granger. Germane mane inane anemone one two three…seven is the number of the heavenly crows on an electric wire. Buffaloes do their morning march. I convert starch into glucose. A Tupperware seller trudged on bike towards the petrol pump as its fuel unexpectedly finished before his destination. A bus got stuck in a large pit this morning as the driver couldn’t see the opening for optical fibre cable line. The bus was going to Rewa and it came from Gwalior. I had seen the cable yesterday and stopped for a while to observe it. The earthen stove of the tea stall guy was cracked by someone yesterday night. He would take help of the CCTV footage to find the culprit. The Baba Shree truck which had toppled is back on track but still needs repairing. It has been here for three days. A tram passed by with a harsh sound. A kid was kidnapped yesterday and discovered. The case was reported by one of my students as it was in his neighborhood. The kidnapper was a young man whose family worked for the afflicted family for a long time. It might seem strange but my student repeatedly used the word “slavery.” He said that one family was slave of the other and it might be true but as far as I know slavery has been abolished. Django Unchained. Quentin tarantino tintinnabulation. We are not slaves of government or aristocrats. The black commando can’t beat us at their whim. They can’t invent new diseases nor can they keep you inside houses or force you to subscribe the dish TV which feeds the nation state hate stories or religious political propaganda. Our right is protected by the international law.
2. Yellow butterfly. I took the phone out of my pocket and a dog started following me with the hope of getting something to eat. The prompt tea stall number one guy is an alert admirable old man who opens early every day and gives you a ginger tea. He had spotted me and was waiting with five rupees jeera biscuit and tea. Ah, what more courtesy did I need? I was floored. I didn’t take any pictures before a certain place because there were way too many people. It was too crowded but still I took some.
3. There was a drove of cattle on road. I drove them away as drivers had difficulty. They kept coming back because they were fond of sitting on road. Accident which happened yesterday was reported to have happened because of one such drove. The cable guys today could also have put a sign board saying that there was “work in progress” and it would have saved the trouble. A bike slipped yesterday on the road which connects the main road to the colony I live in. The cable work. The road inside is narrow. People encroached the public land. Everyone took just a few feet and it was supposed to make them happier. Walking on road is difficult now as four wheelers, bikers, tractors and pedestrians all have to walk on a merely twelve feet wide street together. Don’t even talk about the bazaar. The people would say they are happy for their choices. This is life. Minus an exit like euthanasia. You could be referred to BMC Sagar for Corona where you surreptitiously disappear. They would say I am paranoid and have a negative view about life but would never explain how a 20 feet road inside the colony became a 12 feet road. I am the greedy one for heaven’s sake who has taken all the internet space. All the bandwidth and all the smartphones in the world. I sure eat like pigs with an income of less than 3000 rupees per month. I applied for a PAN card and it was a private company. Like Musaddi Lal of Office Office fame I have been there four times. Ah, but these are difficult times and private companies are also acting up like government ones. They create big schemes and then people stand in queues chanting names of yashasvi(famed) ministers. We are droves of cattle, please drive us dear Pashupatinath, in the divine form of greatest among the leaders of all galaxies and systems. All the newly printed currency notes are given to us at the banks.
4. Bikers were busy doing some ritual yesterday. A lemon on my walk. I belong to none and to all but those who don’t know what it means to be human take pride in a few customs as much as to consistently pursue you for this goal or that. I was given a coin which had 125th birth anniversary of Nehru printed on it, I gave it to the old lady who made a nice ginger tea. The morning has already been eventful. The news about the toppled truck was not published in the local newspaper. This tells me about how much information reaches you on an average day. Dragonflies. Dragon fly. I saw neptunian, foggy and dreamlike mount hidden in the divine fog. I was wondering about the neverbefore seen mist. The adept. The alchemist. I was walking on a road laid by humans. The life. Divine beauty. Enraptures. Resplendent Sun looked like it was taking a dip into a pool of clouds. In the center of the road there was a tree. The tea stall guy starts cursing the vandals. Yesterday morning his bike’s tyre also got pictured.
A squirrel is trying to nibble at the blue shirt hanging on a pillar.
A lizard looked out of ventilation of the bathroom yesterday, near the same place as it was raining cats and gods.
Dragonflies and horseflies,
Buzzing zing,
Amazing birds,
Though he charges ten rupees per tea,
How does he maintain the same quality per serving,
Is a mystery. I have served tea.
It’s drizzling and a piece of plastic chair is my seat under the neem tree.
If I were asked to live a memory of this life again,
It would be this.
The tree leaves are dancing,
And all the faces which were familiar to me have completely been erased from my memory.
The freight train passes at random times. The passenger and the express are no longer running. I look towards the track which might be used as the pathway in Winter.
1. A man on a bike in an underwear and a vest was singing something and smiled at me as he passed by. He was in a jolly good mood. He might be the happiest man I have seen in a long time. He didn’t belong to the hungry ghost realm. I started walking with an umbrella today as there was thunderbolt lightening in the South East. It was drizzling on the way and the umbrella came in handy. I took some pictures and met an old acquaintance who was taking tea on the same tea stall. I kept walking until I observed a kingfisher posing for a picture. I took a couple of shots before it flew away looking for its food. A dog was growling at a calf. I kept walking through the many hungry ghost realms. It was more difficult for me to get food on this day.
2. Onycophagist gist logistic sticks. The next day after eating some food, I took a bus and headed to the shopping street.
3. I was sitting silently and a nightingale started to sing a song. Some buffaloes were making a sound which was suppressing the song of melodious sphere of flutes. There were people inside the bus and they were thinking that it was very uncomfortable and they complained.
4. I had experience in traveling. I took the corner seat and kept looking outside. Sidereal zodiac actual snarling lingastronomical calculus. Since I was sitting on the corner seat, I could enjoy the scenery of the street.
5. I saw your face. It was pure love, beauty and joy. The time stopped and I drank the nectar of immortality. Honey dripping from your divine dance satiates my soul, my love. The carriage turned off the main street and I saw the scene behind the window.
6. A white brown doggie who was all wrapped in the mud had come to sit besides me by now. It has rained and trees, plants, animals and streets look fresh and full of energy. Raindrops have left their marks on the window glass, while the fluttering of the wind has left a feeling of total serenity.
7. There are water puddles and fishes. Some people are fishing. I smell some rotten things. Ten in number: I pen them down. Down the rabbit hole the toppled truck is still lying on the way. The Chihuahua and I leave the window and return to the kitchen.
8. I cook some tales. She has grown some tails of her own which ail every now and then though I keep trimming them down under anesthesia. She likes the tales late night her plight is on a flight to Honolulu publications have been catering ions on and on onions ring with caterwaul sounds. There is a presence of her own with which she is rather pleased.
9. There were four of us. Then there were none in nuntucket. I was preparing the bucket list for finales when it happened. A tractor passed slowly with some sand, then another, then another big Hyundai transport vehicle. She was coming with grass on her head, walking cautiously lest vehicles sprinkle the mud on street or she slips. My lips were not sealed anymore as solipsism had come to my rescue. Resplendent dental tally lyrical calculus lustrous omnibus. Another tohu verse in the making. A car passed, and the bucket list.
10. Well, the list dropped. Out of the bucket. And I closed my fist. Like a chemist. Mist was thick so I curled my wrist and took a twist along the long way. A long fellow had met Longfellow similarly. The demons were dancing in the discotheque. My paycheque was due. Verdue verdant ant slant. On the way home, the girl stopped at the bank, withdrawing enough money to pay her rent and buy food. 11. The scenery painted by you just before the rain was most breathtaking scene. The mystery. I kept walking through the fog seeing lines of trees and distant thick dark black clouds just before it started to drizzle. There were no vehicles in sight. No cameras can capture it. Once in a while a car would pass by.
11. The first story of the day finished by eight of clock and it was a sign. I was enjoying the jolly good weather and the soft breeze on my skin. Kith and kin were through thick and thin far away wayfarers. I turned myself to news. 19 kittens died in 21 days in Thane, Maharashtra. Gray slaty birds were singing in the ears of Ramalila Paradesi when he was composing his final 100 verses before his disappearance. Now the cat news is some news. I wonder if they would file it under Corona. As a matter of fact I had discussed with people about no animal casualties from so called virus. Isn’t it logical that animals living as pets should also have died? But Corona would follow no rules. I am worried if a time might come when there will be penalty on talking about Corona. A day might come when you can’t use Corona even in your fictional accounts.
Dancing light of grace 