*Stay faithful to the stories in your head.


* Fiction writing is great. You can make up almost anything.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

3 Dozen







3 Dozen.....wow!!!!
Just got the new number....and it kind a feels nice. So at 36 not out, lemme do a reality check... on me -
My madness level - yo, its just the same, no reduction (thank God)
My funny bone - seems pretty much ok (its not creaking or anything as yet)
My sense of humor - The nonsensical limit is as high as it always was.
My halo - Shining brightly (thankGod the horns are not showing ;-))
Wow - so my report card looks pretty good....most of me just seems as it always was

So 36 - allow me to live you well....its the first time in my life I got the number....and I just about have a year to live it !!!! :-))

Monday, January 12, 2009

Winter




Autumn rolled back his rust-gold cloak and Winter descended in her pristine white gown.

Surveying her playground almost scornfully, she wafted down. Crossing the mountains, she blew kisses, and it turned foggy. Descending further, she twirled her gown, flakes of snow floated about. She smiled, snow started to form ice.
Winter sighed, the valley shivered.

Sleighs, snowmen, bonfires dotted the landscape. Bears hibernated, birds flew south. It was a kaleidoscope of blankets, mufflers, sweaters, heaters. Rosy cheeks, red noses, huddled people .Hot chocolate, soups, coffee, dry fruits, cognacs.

Winter happily surveyed her handiwork. She loved to linger on. However she saw Spring was already laying out his veil of new green.
Winter sighed before rolling back, and the valley shivered for the one last time that season.

When Winter reached back, the other Seasons gave her the customary high fives & hugs. Winter knew she’d done her job well for another year.