| Wednesday, September 28, 2005 |
| Sprouts from a mustard seed brain |
Extracts from my diary entry dated 16th Sep, 2005:
...Captive plants in pots of concrete wear an unusual green today. The pink and white of the bougainvillea dance to the tune of pitter-patter from two days. The brick-red of the surrounding residential blocks all bathed in a dark and light contrast. Pigeon and Inc. staying in pocket holes of the opposite block all huddle on one another; a couple frets over losses to the nest for their hatchlings will be here any time soon. Another pair calls it the right time to make out and cuddle into.
Helios is out of office today; for the towering darkmen have decided to encroach his territory. The black army is agile and the odd one even sports a cunning look that threatens to bring down torrents to leave all awash. There are the giant ones that form a mighty grabbing hand, out to grip you by the throat and dangle in the air like a ragdoll... |
posted by Shivranjini Krishnamurthy @ 9/28/2005 09:01:00 PM  |
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