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An interesting day, today

After lunch, three of us were in a little strip of green outside our office. It’s ambitiously called a ‘garden’. If they plant one more tree with more than five branches, we’ll refer to it as ‘the forest’. It was a really pleasant afternoon. A strong breeze, bright but tender sunshine, some pink and yellow flowers in full bloom, clean, cobbled paths. It was a good setting for a luncheon walk. Whilst walking, though, my friends screamed and hopped aside. I looked around in alarm – thinking that maybe a cat had begun to sing. I don’t like cats. Not even if they can sing. Cats are annoying. I don’t like cats. I can’t understand why other people do. Now, I don’t much care for dogs either, but dogs are better. If they are around, you know they’re around. Cats, on the other hand, don’t let up. They make you believe that they’re not around, and then when you least expect it, when you’re settling down with a nice, spicy vegetable roll on a park bench, they start meowing. That startles you and you spill stuff on your white skirt and then, everyone in office laughs at you. And this happens even if they’re not singing.

In any case, my friends weren’t shocked by cats. They were shocked by a couple of skittish chameleons. They were the most fascinating creatures I’ve seen in a long while. The chameleons were alternately hopping on the grass and the pathway, so their backs were a bright green but their heads and chest areas were this pale, stone grey. Depending on where they were located, that portion of their body was getting brighter.

After a while, they scuttled away into some bushes and their tails immediately started turning brown. It was so magical! These creatures had a palette of colours their skins could turn into. And they had decided to come out and play in the sun.

Comments

Serendipity said…
Aww@roll and white skirt :) , you be so cute
Amak said…
Hi, so first, I hear you when you say you don't like cats, and second I would like to thank you for all those links to the Rushdie interviews. It's been a week now that I am on a Rushdie craze and I am reading Midnight's Children at the moment. Like you, that's one of the few that I haven't read yet. I still think Shame is and remains the masterpiece of masterpieces though. Don't think he'll ever manage to write anything that's as highly accomplished as Shame.
And please do let us benefit of more Rushdie insights if you have any!
I scribble here said…
its amazes me the way you describle the smallest of things with the most beautiful words Mukta, very very interesting!
zainab said…
hi
I agree with what 'I scribble here' said and I just love and admire the way you write..and I do love cats :) they are sweet cute soft and I even love their meow meows :)
swati said…
Words beautiful words. Full of expression and beauty what you have in store. It was really wonderful description. Binding, flawless and beautiful. Beauty in the bizarre.

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