4 Jan

Poetry is not optional.

It is what warms your innermost throat when your breath has been snagging.

18 Responses to “Quil(l)t”

  1. D January 4, 2009 at 12:50 pm #

    And you, dear OJ, have a way of infusing prose with poetry like no one else!

  2. Mamma Mia! Me a Mamma?!? January 4, 2009 at 1:20 pm #

    All hail the Queen of Wise, with the perfect combination of wisdom and wisecracks!

    *M4 bows down with full reverence!*

  3. grimescene January 4, 2009 at 6:58 pm #

    Chicken Soup. Try hot chicken soup…

  4. Aunty G January 4, 2009 at 11:58 pm #


  5. wordjunkie January 5, 2009 at 8:29 am #

    Can’t write … too busy giggling at Grimescene’s comment.

  6. dipali January 5, 2009 at 9:29 am #

    Ditto wordjunkie!
    And try gargling too:)

  7. Nino's Mum January 5, 2009 at 12:07 pm #

    You can’t go about knocking the wind out of nearly-30-years-old mothers, okay. Think about our children.
    Do not write out our lives without a spoiler alert, atleast.
    Also, I think you and grimescene should do a book together. Cause and effect. It’d be a superhit.

  8. Serendipity January 5, 2009 at 3:36 pm #

    Hello hello! I bees visiting the blog for the first time 🙂

    ‘Joy to the world’ started playing the moment i hit the site, without me realizing that it ws from MY comp (am at work currently) and m looking around wondering whose the idiot playing christmas carols before someone very politely pointed out that it was from mine.

    I had alt+tabbed to a work looking page while the site loaded. :):)

    I be going back to my blog and blogrolling you. 🙂

  9. Serendipity January 5, 2009 at 3:38 pm #

    also, how have these cute animalthingys appeared next t everyones name? Or is it that wordpress is just cooler? 😦

  10. Nitya January 5, 2009 at 8:39 pm #

    Ah, I am delurking to tell I am going away to read grimescene.

  11. Orange Jammies January 5, 2009 at 11:34 pm #

    D: Like rosemary in leek soup? And saffron in bubbling milk?

    M4: I know you’re really just admiring my Choos. C’mon now, ‘fess up.

    grimescene: …says the man who gifted me Neruda. 🙄

    Aunty G: That’s right, Aunty G, you sigh in exasperation at Grimescene and his comment!

    wordjunkie: Oh he’s full of ’em he is.

    dipali: The gag reflex overwhelms me.

    Nino’s Mum: Hah. We’re likelier to make babies than a book together. And if we did, we’d probably use it to swat each other. And who’s almost-30? BAYBEEEEEE!!! 😛

    Serendipity: 😆 You clown, I needed that laugh. And yes, WP is just cooler. 😛

    Nitya: FINE. See if HE hugs your son to giggles. HMPH. 😡

  12. M.... January 6, 2009 at 1:48 am #

    errr ditto ditto ditto Grimescene, wordjunkie and dipali 🙂

  13. sukanya January 6, 2009 at 3:46 am #

    hope your dad feels better….we are praying!

  14. Orange Jammies January 6, 2009 at 9:23 am #

    M: Oh alright. Have your laughs. 😉

    sukanya: Thank you so much.

  15. aneela z January 6, 2009 at 12:33 pm #

    yeh cup aap ka hua…kindly collect

  16. dipali January 6, 2009 at 3:49 pm #

    I can’t gargle either, OJ!
    And you know I love your poetry.

  17. Aunty G January 6, 2009 at 9:45 pm #

    Did. How did it happen? And which hand?

  18. Orange Jammies January 7, 2009 at 2:18 pm #

    aneela z: Thank you, thank you! Will hop over to collect, but not right away. Too much life happening.

    dipali: Really? 🙂 I’m not the only one then?

    Aunty G: Fall. Left. Thank you for the prayers.

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