Chiffonesque

 Hyda fiddled with her porridge.  Usually she liked it, the warm creamy concoction with sliced bananas and mashed dates. But today she was distracted. She stared at a heap of tiny porcupine-looking fruits her mom had kept on the table. She didn't know what lychees were but overheard her mother appreciating the experience of eating them. Her mother was telling her aunt how she would wash and peel them and cool them off in the fridge. Then later when her aunt came after work, they would bite into the succulent sweet flesh of the fruit.  Hyda's mother could be quite vivid but Hyda herself was not convinced.  From the outside, she thought that these prickly peels could only be housing a small sleeping animal. But she picked one and dug her little fingernails into the thorny covering and ripped it a little. But the peel snapped back. She had not expected it to be magnetic. She tried again. This time she gripped the fruit tighter and ripped open a larger part. She saw what her mom wa

 I was talking to someone about some writing work. It's an interesting gig and involves writing text books on grooming that will be converted into Braille. English isn't the first language for either of us. Still. I had some questions on the execution of the project. This person explained a few details. I think he meant to end the conversation with, "I'll take care of that." but he said, "I'll take care of you." It was so sweet! It has been ages since someone has said that to me, especially in a work context. For a very brief while, I thought it was my mom at the other end. Strange what kind of turn a call can take. 

 I am lying down on my bed. The cells in my AC remote don't work. I have with me a wine glass filled with cold, sparkling Limca. I spoke to my friend, S. We were talking after ages. And after talking a little bit about Katy Perry and Badshah, we got to discussing my blog and why I wasn't writing it. I had my reasons. They were amorphous shadows when I explained them. But they were also muscled goons in my head. And I do think that whatever they are, its time to coexist...either with harmony or uneasy peace.  So, it's back to the blog.