Picture this... I stuff myself with rice and sambar. Fully. Unfortunately when you sit and eat, and are preoccupied with your soul, you end up over eating. So much that, I can feel food even in my throat.
Ganesha on his birthday must have felt exactly like this after his meal. And when he was walking in the down town streets, the moon laughed. Laughed his guts out. That brought the guts of Ganesha out.
Today, I am struggling to breathe. I am staring at the moon. Hard. The moon was laughing rather facetiously at me. As if it knew all my secrets. Not Victoria's secrets. :)
I spilled my guts out. Surprisingly, there was only salt and water. Nothing else.
Ganesha on his birthday must have felt exactly like this after his meal. And when he was walking in the down town streets, the moon laughed. Laughed his guts out. That brought the guts of Ganesha out.
Today, I am struggling to breathe. I am staring at the moon. Hard. The moon was laughing rather facetiously at me. As if it knew all my secrets. Not Victoria's secrets. :)
I spilled my guts out. Surprisingly, there was only salt and water. Nothing else.
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