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Meenas17'sweblog · 21h ago

The Umbra

The neem tree, beside the bedroom, ever agog in spirit, appears deolate. I spot the minimal, only the rustle of the leaves keep her going. The sparrows have disappeared. The empty nests star...
Meenas17'sweblog · 2d ago

The Display and The Read.

It is celebration, navaratri or the nine nights honour the Godess while the Saturdays go to make the day for Vishnu. Each household has a Kolu and every other read Ramayana. The month long f...
Meenas17'sweblog · 3d ago

The Unforgettable Days

The reading glass falls on the nose, I adjust. The swing screeches needs oiling, perhaps. It is the morning sun, mild, nice to bask and read. Encounter a difference. A peculiar feel on the t...
Meenas17'sweblog · 4d ago

An Undefined Joy

The sparrows come back. This day many in a row. I try to count. One , two, I go, but, they play truant. Finally, find seven of them picking and pecking my roses. The seven little sisters chi...
Meenas17'sweblog · 5d ago

But I Digress

I cannot set aside, being difficult to decide I hold to my bosom they look awesome. What could be those? You poke your nose. There lies the fun. I stick to my gun. It is a secret, I cry. you...
Meenas17'sweblog · 6d ago

An Unusual Distraction

It is in the evening I am in my parlour writing. Two little sparrows perch on my window peep awhile and withdraw. They tweet and sing shrill and loud go their voices. The incessant chatter l...
Meenas17'sweblog · 1W ago

Sundal, Sundal, Calls Ramu

Love to be near the sea. Like to perceive the blue azure and enjoy the salt laden air that strikes the face. The tightly tied hair, loosens, falls apart unable to withstand the wild breeze. ...
Meenas17'sweblog · 1W ago

The Unexplained

In my leisure I think of myriad issues unwanted and irrelevant. One such is that of love between man and woman a charming girl falls for a lad clumsy and awkward. I keep going in trends a cl...
Meenas17'sweblog · 1W ago

Silly As I Am

It is a concern, throbs in and out. Seems not worthy. I rise up thinking of it in the mid of the night. Sit awake the rest of the night. It is a distress. I address a conference with a slur ...
Meenas17'sweblog · 2W ago

A Comedy of Errors

it is neither a mixture nor a compound Oh! Do I refer chemistry? I find no alternative to compare and relate. The event of solemenity turns into a comedy, a comedy of errors. A borrow from t...