Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Wondering

What kind of a morning is it when you hurriedly pass by your niece, run your fingers through her hair and say 'shonuu' and she follows you around the house going, 'Shonuu, shonuu'?

What kind of a morning is it when you read the editorial and hold your head, wondering for the second day in a row, what's wrong with the world?

What kind of a morning is it when your cabbie plays jhalak dikhlaja a zillion times during the ride?
And what should you think of yourself when you hear it for the third time and feel like dancing to it?

And what kind of a life is it when you keep composing long, rambling posts in your head and don't get the time to post them?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

>>What kind of a morning is it when you hurriedly pass by your niece, run your fingers through her hair and say 'shonuu' and she follows you around the house going, 'Shonuu, shonuu'?

Paints a very bad picture of you as an aunt.
I hope her efforts to catch you attention did nt go waste.

mythalez said...

Its the kind of morning that was there yesterday and will come tomorrow?

and I am so right about tuesday being ur blogging day :P .. btw you are requested to read my latest post and do the needful :P