of toes and fingers

Do you ever observe people's fingers and toes? They have so much appeal and personality. almost like a person's face. You can imagine what kind of work they do, how clean they are, how they might dance and fantasize how it would be to be touched by them. 

my precious...

It weighs so heavily on the soul...

Happy friendship day

There are a handful of people who have been there in my life - not just to hear me out, but who have given me good advice, shown me how to laugh at myself and at life, who have told me to square my shoulders and stand up. I may not keep talking to them or keep in touch for ever, but they know that they did me a good turn and I hope I have done them at least one too. I want to tell all of them that they have enriched my life, gifted me a smile without their knowledge and given me memories that I hold dear today.

the notebook

It is a dark thought that you will not be able to write any more. That there is no more poetry or music or dance left in you. That day after day will turn out to be a blank page and you can turn only one page at a time. That you know you have to stare at all the empty lines and only once you are done observing the emptiness, can you turn the page. You do not know how big the note book is. Only that you hope somebody has written beautiful words or music or painted a pretty picture in between the covers and you are patient enough to not tear it all up before you see it.

And you keep turning and turning. 

Killers

Unshed tears and unsaid apologies. 

Unexpressed love and unsaid forgivings.

Unforgotten squabbles and overrated egos. 

kuruvi saththam...

My grand mom used to explain how to find out if the ghee is done melting.  "kuruvi saththam Onji pona nei aayidithunu arththam" If you heat it any more, there will be a burnt smell. The same sound would hold good to tell you that the muruku and thattai and seedai were done frying. No more sparrows, no more murukku / ghee done in the house; let alone - metaphorically comparing their chirping to sound of stuff getting deep fried.

New age metaphors - like the rapid sound of keyboard firing away and the adrenalin rush of checking the number of messages after a two hour break of posting the new photos on facebook will soon rule the day. 

Visitor!

I opened the window and in jumped a chameleon! What a start to a friday :)