It wasn’t his birth flower.
He was perplexed, the first time one had appeared, a lone speck of white with a yellow centre, like an unwanted weed in a garden. It seemed to have blended into his skin, like it was one of his own. A few days later, he had noticed another one and by the end of the month, the weeds had spread like buttons across the back of his hand. Continue reading
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Every day after work, she walks inside the plant shed to check on her plants. She loves the distinct scent –hose water, compost, plants, green leaves, moist dirt- all rolled into one.
Inhaling deeply, she lets the aroma sink into her senses — an instant high. Continue reading “Her Beautiful”
He walks down the stairs onto the deserted platform.
The cold winter breeze threatens to blow right through his coat; he pulls it closer, lifting his collars to cover his ears, which they do, though only partially.
Continue reading “The Voyager”
He turns the note pad towards him to look at it closely.
They are sitting on the patio of his house, each nursing a drink. He swirls the whiskey in his glass, listening to the clinking of the ice cubes, breathing in a fragrance that only years in an oak barrel could achieve.
“You think so.?” Continue reading “An Evening on the Patio”
…gracefully curved, beautiful delicate wings; sexy without being revealing. Discernible, yet intimate, so much like a woman’s back. And non-erogenous; perhaps that is why they let her be without longing or carving.
Hmm…’querencia’…yes, they are her querencia…the place where she is her most authentic self. Continue reading “Wings”
New Years Day morning!
She stands at one of the many nondescript coffee shops on the road leading to the ashram guesthouse in Pondicherry. Continue reading “String of Pearls”
She was probably as attractive as a blank piece of paper. Continue reading “Be your own best friend”
I died and went to heaven……
…. so did eighty thousand others.
Eighty thousand! Continue reading “HYMN FOR THE WEEKEND?”
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!!
Had I been aboard a plane or a ship, the situation would have demanded the official voice distress call used to communicate the most serious level of distress, such as with life-threatening emergencies! Continue reading “‘Ananda Tandavam’”