when i was a schoolgirl in chennai,
i cant count the times (esp. before physics tests) that I’ve stopped studying and started yearning deeply for a cyclone …
it wasnt even a yearning it was a primal urge
it wasnt even a primal urge it was a prayer
it wasnt even a prayer it was the tears of a victim pummeled by a physics textbook
cyclone = no show. or do a meaner thing: appear on weekends or public holidays. pshaw.
and look at today’s nilam: back to back holidays from school, and tomorrow looks like a hatrick of days off: and I am
yearning, primally urging, praying, still the victim: mum of two boys who play demolition cricket and the owner of a laundry basket that has runneth over.
#Iamnotkiddingyouaboutchennai: @ one golu i had to plaster my spine to the wall and suck in my stomach, if i didnt want to knock a bommai down