Chiffonesque

I have taken to Twitter in a big way. I love the itsy-bitsiness of stories there. Sometimes, an incident occurs and you just want to shave it and let the moments curl off and fall...instead of writing about the whole block of the experience.  At times, it feels like cooking cheese. Easier to do it when you grate it instead of melting the whole hunk of it. I'm elfrain on Twitter,  in case, anyone wants to say hi. Also, I'm taking a month off work to go to Chicago. Will be spending some time with my friend.  He will be working during the week so I'll be spending time by myself most days. So, if anyone wants to catch up in Chicago, let me know. I fly tomorrow night. That's it for now. More later.

You hold me, You set me free You mould me, You let me be, Our stars are muddy With our footprints now And there's dust lodged under our moon-nails. Gets gritty soon, gets sweaty quick, Yet we claw strong through our kingdom Losing inch by painful inch With your holding and my freedom.  

Scene 1: Make tiffin. Scene 2: Pack tiffin. Scene 3: Unpack tiffin. Scene 4: Eat tiffin. Scene 5: Make tiffin. Scene 6: Pack tiffin. Scene 7: Unpack tiffin. Scene 8: Eat tiffin. Scene 9: Oh, Bombay is so crowded. Scene 10: And I am so lonely. Scene 11: Besides, look how trapped I feel. Scene 12 to n: Make, pack, unpack, eat tiffin. And that gang is SURPRISED that the movie wasn't nominated for the Oscars?