Two Weeks Notice

Sunday, 29 January 2017

Far out in a town of a few non- happy- go- lucky dwellers, lay a store that feasted on some squished brains. There were some days the store lured them, but this time it lost its vile potion for intoxicating minds. By the stroke of midnight, its Christmas roar was guzzled by the rapacious years end.

Circling around this mundane town, the residents scoffed and puffed about a roast that demonized their skinny jeans. A few of the ambitious ones blazed with dangly legs and non-frost bitten cropped tops. In those defeated moments, the brainwashed then believed they transformed into penguins.  With bowed down vanquished heads, they waddled into this store- the wily one that stacked some baits of hope.

12 Days of Christmas

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

The blog entry is quite delayed. I will say, that’s due to an English roast infused with rosemary, salubrious parsnips, and the merriment of some cognac. Also a freeze over in a far-away land, where I surrendered to a room free of electronics and Wi-Fi. But a friend of mine said, “ Christmas is until January 6.” Well, there’s absolutely no denial.

December 2016
Though the halls were decked with Christmas streamers and gummy stick-on labels on window panes, something was just so eerily quiet. Christmas cards toppled and there were the post- its to answer to doors. Everyone left his or her nestled squares. It was officially my first Christmas without my family and also one away from home. And I was always asked, “Are you heading home for Christmas?”

Absolutely not.