Lesser Known Facts
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Blah and bleh. Counts stars and sheep. Web designer at other times. Likes to know what music is playing. Appreciates a good pun.
Coffee lover. Digs cheese and mushrooms. Craves Indian Chinese food at all times.
Aspiring noise maker, can pound drums to save face. Quiet otherwise. Collects pamphlets and brochures and then trashes them away after 2 days.
Favourite of cats and dogs. And pigeons. And cows. And wolves. And monkeys.
Yes, I am on Instagram too.
Recently, I found my old stash of memories in a hidden drawer. I came across this poem that I had written while I was in school, in Std 10 – 12th July 1993 precisely. Posting it here for posterity 🙂 I look out of my window, Flowers, birds and fruit, A brown stem waving to Read more about Nature At My Window[…]
‘coz I get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightening bugs as they teach me how to dance’ ~ Fireflies It’s a different kind of high being free. The feeling of liberation. The prospect of starting afresh…
Walking down a haunted street. He hands me a torch. I’m a little less scared. A while later he takes away the torch & vanishes. Who was he?
The night is silent but my mind is screaming. The world is sleeping but my dreams lie awake.
He looks at me. I look at him. He smiles. I sweat. He comes closer. I take a step backwards. He comes even closer. I scream and run away. Bloody cockroach 🙁
Chivalry, decency and basic good manners will never be out of fashion. This Universal law applies to all. Integrity is everything. Do the right thing even when no one is looking. This is what separates class from crass. Like R says ‘Mediocrity is for idiots’. Right, as always.
Take the phone call that you’re getting when you’re still in bed, and have barely opened your eyes. As you bring the phone closer to your face, drop it so that it hits your face and nose. Voila! You’ll wake up with pain, annoyance and your own screaming. For more such useful tips, watch this Read more about How to wake up on a Saturday 101?[…]
An ode to an old friend ~ Black keys and white, they know me, they feed on my salt, they drink from my eyes. Black keys and white, they hide my faults, they enjoy my sorrow, they keep silent. Black keys and white, they major in minor spaces, they minor the major emptiness, they don’t Read more about Black Keys and White[…]