“When she first noticed Abhiveer’s gaze on her, she had been shooing pigeons off her potted hydrangeas. When months later, he showed no signs of dropping it, she acquiesced, and hesitantly asked Rina di to arrange a formal meeting. His intense grey corneas were her last memory as her own eyes blurred and sank into silence.”
As the voice trailed off, Noyonika removed her sunglasses, wiped tears that she hadn’t noticed emerge, and thanked her reading assistant for repeating her mother’s biography.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Gosh OJ, your fragments are swell
My own eyes, with tears, did well
To be forever blind
Would be hellava bind
But Noyonika seems happy, in a lightless world to dwell.
Only you could’ve have come with something so brilliant and intriguing.
Yours grudgingly
Manju.
Aunty G: It’s not, not, not a fragment! *stamps foot*. It’s life in SHORTS! 😡
Manju: You grudge me my cluttered inner life? 😕
These cluttered SHORTS are so cool.
CrazyDiamond: The October heat necessitated a wardrobe change.
Whoa, OK, *shorts* they are
Please don’t feather-me-tar
Carry on with the clutter
Not a word shall i utter
After all, you’re my favourite blog star!
Aunty G: 😎 Notice the funky shades?
How, OJ, how?
( Come up with almost constant brilliance, that is)
Dipali: Constance is a rosary-wielding nun. And we haven’t been formally introduced yet. 🙂
hmm didnt really get the hang of it but i liked the narrative and the swith of emotions and levels.. that left me spell bound 🙂
vaibhav: 🙂 Then that’s plenty.
The comment about ‘Constance’ had me cracking up.
When my mom has got nothing to do but worry about me and demands I repeat after her the prayers to Christ almighty, I ask her to head to any convent in Portugal. Yeah, she’s named Constance 🙂
Purely_Narcotic: 😀 You didn’t see me skulking outside your home, did you?