245- Slip between the cup and the lip

As I lay on the bed sleepily- the moment, where the last traces of consciousness droop, there is one last thought that all of us remember.

Before sleep takes over.

And I wonder on days like this... The distance between sleep and fluttering of shutting eyes is life.

The last tear that leaks out of my eye pats me to sleep. A wakeful sleep that lulls me into a deep slumber.

And that's the slip in the cup of life. Not what Mr Martin sang all those years ago. :-)

244 - face palm

I seldom use it.. :-) (face palm-ing, I mean)

But here you go- All my effort is writing 4 long essays in one of my app process went down the drain because I chose to write them all on the HTML page.

And .. AND.. and... I have not saved it "assuming" that it'll get saved as I type.

I grab a quick cuppa and then come back to my page- and.. AND.. and- face palm! face palm. Woe betide!!!!

All gone. Session expired. Along with that all of the 10,000 words gone. Finito. :( :(

4 essays. Sigh! If only...

Like many other things in my life- if only!

243 - Reason? Hmmm....

I asked fondly, "What do you love about me?"

She just pondered for sometime. And looked in my eye and said, "I dont know! But isnt this nicer? A love that has no reason?"

I took a deep breath. Of course. Isn't it bloody warm???

A few more deep breaths and then a slow and a happy smile crept into my face. 

242- Stories of silence

Sometimes there are so many stories that we all have to share. To tell. To kill. To move on. To move ahead.

And yet- there's an overarching silence.

On a day when I need look at the moon to eat, I wonder where the moon is lurking around.

Playful moon. Painful hunger.

What a story of un-silence.