Archive | November, 2009

Rule:

29 Nov

Roses given after a fight do not count.

Reset to previous date of gifting.

 

[Rule 1.1. Acquire man who goes along with rule #1]

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Still Home, Still Heart, Still Horror

26 Nov

Time has done nothing to heal this wound.Β  I still come perilously close to tears each time I pick at the scab that has barely formed. What did help, though, was putting myself to use.Β  And it was only as I spoke about it at a couple of media interviews this past week that I realized how blessed I am to have found this route to sanity. With me in this journey have been 39 wonderful people in 5 countries around the world. For our stories, head to the India Helps blog where some of us will write about the year that was, beginning today all the way up to the India Helps anniversary on December 3. Wish us luck in the times ahead. Join us, because we need you. Tell your friends to spread word of our movement. And before you go, answer this: Whom Have You Helped Today?

Rouge

23 Nov

 

Credits: OJ and her Panasonic Lumix LS 80. And the spectacularly garish Zerza restaurant.

To the Caterpillar I Love/d:

19 Nov

In you I sought the

steadiness of rock

and found

an ocean

instead.

~~~

So I clung to driftwood

and rode the waves,

eyes burning for the sight

of crust and spores;

My feet, like

drunken sailors

enjoying the air,

shifted lurchingly above

merry waltzing sands.

~~~

The

fish they tittered,

the

sparkles they winked,

and I held on, held on,

melted my meat,

gulped the terror,

blew back at the wind

with lopsided cheeks.

~~~

Then your wings,

gossamer like stone, earth, sky,

they closed around me

and I built

my castle

on a houseboat

that rocked my

crinkled notions

to sleep.

No OJ No Cry

17 Nov

First break-ups are particularly traumatic.

After that, it’s a matter of practiced pain.

~Me to Aunty G, during an online conversation

 

Oh Mad Mommaaaaa, I’m by the phone!! :mrgreen:

Q & A (ii)

13 Nov

Q: So what if you can’t stop the tears?

A: Locate the nearest salon and get something, anything on your face threaded. That’s justification enough for overflowing eyes.

Land, Mine

10 Nov

My path to creativity lies in the no man’s land that is post-tears exhaustion, proximity to a keyboard and permission to hit the snooze button more than thrice the next morning.