Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Silly Wish

I wish I could charge mosquitoes and cockroaches monthly rent.
They are impudent and that is what I don't like about them.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The Hole In The Wall

Well, I don't know, but it looks like I will get a hole on my head very soon if the construction will be going on with the same intensity. I think along with dogs on the streets all over the place, construction is another trend here in Bangalore. It does not matter what hole on a wall you have, they will bang it for a few days and you will get a place that you can rent out soon.
I need a break.

Me And A Football

Lately I feel like a football, being blown and stretched and kicked.

Monday, February 18, 2008


In the Green

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Hunting

Old houses. Old kitchens. Streets with barking dogs. Lots of money.
New houses. Clean kitchens. Streets with the trees. Even more of money.
The hunt goes on.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008


Creation
Exra-Large

We are growing from medium to large and extra-large size.

The Beauty In The Dark

Have you ever tried to beautify yourself while the electricity was off? Well, it's not a good idea. You will be better off relying on your nature given look, lest others be scared and scattered.

Several days ago my husband and I were invited for a dinner, and the lights in the house had to go off the time we were getting ready; holding a candle in one hand, and an eye pencil in the other, near the mirror is a poor idea - I almost burnt my hair and pocked the eye.

Though they say that beauty demands sacrifice, it might be wiser to let others beautify the evening and yourself enjoy the dinner and the wind's play with hair.


No Way To Escape

It seems that dogs on Indian streets are almost like a superstition, a token of a good luck, they find dwelling place at any other corner, near a house gate, on a construction site.

During the hour of the day they rest in the shadow of a tree or under a parked car, and through the deep of the night, united into gangs of seven and eight, they roam the streets, disturbing innocent sleepers.

There is no way to escape them.