Wednesday, April 25

Sunday

Out on the road today
I met
an afternoon so easy and personal,
it made me want to
walk barefeet.

Tuesday, April 17

A thought

Does the fact that such few women draw masculine muscles and such few men draw girly pigtails, have anything at all to do with the fact that most little girls play with dolls and most little boys play with guns?

I, for one, detest drawing the typically girly, cliched drawings. But when it comes to childrens' illustrations, one's got to give what one's got to give ; big chunky doses of cutsie drawings!

Monday, April 16

Still life with woodpecker

Read another brilliant book by Tom Robbins.
He's the best!

Morality comes from culture.
Culture comes from climate.
Climate comes from geography.

Tada!

Before this book I was reading 'In evil hour' By Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

And now I'm back to my favourite late night companion. Calvin and Hobbes!

Saturday, April 14

A little secret

A little secret I share with you.
A fortnight back I went to the ATM to withdraw some cash and left my old paint brushes there.
Purposely.
I didn't want to throw them and I had no use for them. So I left them there thinking someone would pick them up and use them.
Then yesterday I went to my bank. While I was filling out some papers, the guard from the ATM came up to me and said, he'd kept my paint brushes safely.
I have never spoken with the guard before.
It felt beautiful to be recognised.
And remembered as the girl who left her paint brushes!
So I smiled at hime.
My secret was out.
I told him why I'd left my brushes there on purpose.
He was a bit confused.
So I asked him to give the brushes to his children.
Lovely day, yesterday.
Lovely city, Ahmedabad, thank you for being so good to me.

Tuesday, April 3

Ouch

I decided last night, to be cheerful today.
Then the nasty bird-brained pigeons decided to spoil things.
One sat in my bathroom all night long. I tried to make it fly out but it refused. Tucked it's little foot under its belly and was snug.

This morning I opened all the windows so it would fly out. About fifteen minutes later I heard some cacophony. Saw there were not one but three pigeons in my bathroom!
Then my friend came by for some work. I put him to work at once! Gave him a broom tied to a long stick. He crouched on top of the WC and saw not just three pigeons but also some eggs!
He was brave and shooed the pigeons away. Normally they fly around from one room to the other but this time they flew right out of the windows.

I had to clean the whole place up, it was stinking of pigeon shit.

But you see, I'm happy now that the pigeons have gone and I'm trying to be cheerful again.