This is just stuff that's too long for Twitter. And fuck you if you think I'm a blogger.
It really is some kind of wonderful, isn't it. That warm sense flooding your bodybrain, an atavistic sense of security, a feeling that lodges in the back of the throat, a feeling you choose to call...
Gentle ode to my beloved, now-no-longer camera. The "monstrous" "losses" that accompany "moving on" to a "better" "place". (And better is the enemy of good, dontchano) I'm an eye. A mechanical...
When in Calcutta, I go to work in a dank, windowless little 'conference room' with buzzing tubelights and a cantankerous airconditioner. (Being 'winter', we now don't need the airconditioner. We do...
This is why. Because life is unruliness, messiness, things never quite falling into place, plans stymied. You cannot expect the unexpected. And you can never expect love. You can want it...
That woman had the one with two balls only. Two balls! Aiiyyo that sounds so ugly. I thought two balls would be nice but when I saw her's, I thought, no pah, definitely not two balls.The diamonds won't show on two balls. So then I told the man I wanted three balls. He said three balls would be difficult, but Priyakka, I think I would be much happier with three balls. It would be much prettier, illay? I totally agree. Three balls is much better. He said he would try to make me something with three balls. Imagine...
Do they serve food on this flight? No, you have to buy it. Well, we'll have to get the kids something to eat. They're starving. Didn't they have breakfast at Ma's ? Don't even get me started about breakfast. Who re-fries last night's potatoes and adds them to sago and serves them to little grandchildren in the morning? Who, I ask you, would do something like that? Is it so hard to fry an egg for your grandson? Is it so difficult to put cornflakes and milk in a bowl for your granddaughter? What do you mean...
I have beautiful teeth.
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