"Those" moments..., Thoughts

“And in the night, he searches.

And in the day, he searches.

And on the morrow, he will search.

Close. Reaching.

Yet it will not be found.

And he knows that.”




…sometimes we love and though it seems that the object of our love is within reach, it does not reciprocate and so we must keep reaching…




– Boy Meets World



Author's Picks, Thoughts

A Day

*A pleasant work of fiction


Summer has ended. If I’m to be allowed back into school I must needs to present a full summer report as Ms. Carter so persuasively pointed out to our class before we were temporarily unshackled from the widely accepted form of imprisonment that is educational institution. We were also instructed to write an introduction to our report proper to be followed by at least 1000 words. I guess this is mine.

My last summer report will about my family, and finding the perfect gift for my grandparents on their anniversary. It’s their 45th, I think. I believe 50 years of married life deserves some kind of nationwide awarding ceremony but that’s an issue for the government, not me. I would if I could. I’ve never seen two people more in love. A decade of that is extraordinary by itself. Half a century is mind boggling-ly amazing. (Three cheers for artistic license!)

I read somewhere that the perfect gift to give is something that shows just how much you know the receiver and that if given to anyone else would make zero sense. Once, I gifted my best friend the remains of Continue reading

"Those" moments..., Author's Picks, Thoughts, Xenolexica


Torn, in a rather wonderful way

THEIR EYES MEET; and despite the distance he is transported to her side. Chattering friends and acquaintances circled them each yet, at the instant their fields of vision collide, the world falls silent and everything enters a state of perpetual deceleration. They were two stars, which, despite being in a sundry sea of other celestial bodies, were connecting; forming a line; disregarding every other twinkling ball of gas. In those short moments, it was only they in the universe, locked in a perennial gaze.

What was a few seconds seemed like eons in her prepossessing brown eyes. Those two lovely spheres from which she peers into the world, undoubtedly seeing only beauty and grace, takes hold of the man’s mind, heart and spirit. He knows how much he’d welcome swimming in those eyes…and even drowning in them.

Then, something even more wonderful happens. Continue reading

Wonderfully Torn

General Blah Blah, Thoughts

A time to speak, A time to eat, & a time to take a sh**

Dear Ellipses,

So I happened to walk into  a mall bathroom today due to a sudden urge of nature, probably because of all the coffee I had.  I decided to take a stall because all the urinals were, welloccupied. As i was about to finish my business, I heard a rather soft and affectionate voice of a guy in the other stall. Praying that he wasn’t talkin to me, i decided to listen in, because i’m just nosy like that. This guy was veryvery affectionately pouring his heart out to, i’m hoping, a person of the opposite sex.  Through flowery words he described how he longed for his significant other and  how much he cares and loves her. I was moved (not), I mean, it takes a real man to open up his feelings in a public toilet. Where else would any guy do it but while he’s on his great white throne?

And to make matters worse, this guy probably had bad clams or somethingit was like an excre-orchestra in this guy’s stall that a pack of imodium  couldn’t fix. It was probably good background music for the sweet nothings he was conveying for his significant other(facepalm)

After a few minutes of eavesdropping (droppingha!), I had to give in to the cries of my olfactory (and auditory) senses to get out of the  public toilet.

note to the guy in the mall bathroom stall:

There is a time and place for everything. Now is not the time to tell your significant other how you long for her and that you love her. wait until your outside.The sound of your bowel movements & constant toilet flush will ruin the sincerity of the moment

unless of course, this is an inside thing between both of you and that she’s also in the toilet returning your sounds of affection.

location, location, location