I was cleaning out my PC and stumbled across something I wrote almost a year back, but somehow never posted. Here it is, somewhat dated, but still relevant to me.

First impression: Clinical precision, cold perfection, a-human.

Second impression: The people are pleasant and polite, but then politeness beyond a certain point is also a way to ( Read more... )

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THE HARDEST THING IN THE WORLD
is to stand in the hot sun
at the end of a long queue for ice cream
watching all the people who've just bought theirs
coming away from the queue
giving their ice creams their very first lick.

--Michael Rosen

Every time mom opened her trunk to air it out, I’d spend hours going through her things-a blue satin lehenga with gold kinari, old empty pretty perfume bottles, a coffee set she’d kept for my wedding, some toys that I’d stopped playing with, my first pair of shoes, three photo albums and a chocolate box full of pictures ( Read more... )

Step 1. You must sit at a crowded restaurant and stare for 5 minutes at the guy two tables away. To get it just right, you must shift from side to side, trying to peer around the people sitting opposite you ( Read more... )

Day 1: Three puppies sheltering under the stairwell at the enterance to my building. They are all white, but one has a rakish black patch on the right eye. They are all very cute and I am in love with little Blackie ( Read more... )

When I was packing, it was a very functional activity. All about making efficient use of space, avoiding damage and equitable weight distribution across boxes. Fast and easy. Unpacking is different. Slower and more delightful. Cleaning out the fridge and unpacking my kitchen stuff was quick. But box number 2 was a different story. First out are two ( Read more... )

I dreamt last night of death. It was quite a nice dream really. I dreamt that some people had died and were waiting to cross over to a different world, across a vast body of water that stretched almost to the horizon. Far away, across the water, you could see faint impressions of a beautiful city. In my dream, I was sometimes one of the recently ( Read more... )

A friend loses her wallet and along with it, all her cards and her drivers license. When damsel in distress gets no sympathy from insensitive brute (husband), she has only one place to turn to: good-listener friend, who manages to keep a straight face (easy on chat) and lets her blow off steam ( Read more... )