She should be catching
up by now.
Till then here's for
you reader. The 'background' for the story....
Once upon a time (with
a Blue drop-cap O for once) there were two mugs. One white with a blue interior
and black lining. And the other a stout black one. With a fat bottom. And they
used to pay their daily visits to the man who poured warm liquid in them. It
was only after this that they met the lips.
What's taking her so
long?
So, the story books
were stuck up most of the time. They hated to be buried under and loved to be
the one on top. At the anticipation of being touched, their insides would turn
with excitement. But their luck was such that their good days lasted only a few
weeks. Flashing their gaudily coloured jackets they would be returned to the
roadside vendor from whom they had been bought. The books, as stuck up as they
were, found sticking with one another disgusting. And what's more disgusting was
that they found themselves cheapened. Being sold at half-price.
This girl!
Now the rhinoviruses
and the picornaviruses are such good friends that they cannot imagine being
apart. So they plan a journey together: the whole lot of them. They love to
travel. From little noses, to white linens, to table-tops, to books even and
then finally to another, differently shaped nose. They even have the freedom to
fly. They never complain if it's too cold, or too damp, or the night meal unpalatable.
They just enjoy the each other's company and sit around the bon fire at night
and get drunk.
I am fed up of her
being so social. That is what always keeps her!
Before the trees were
tangerine and the skies were marmalade, there was the fast car which you had to
drive into hotel California. As it approached midnight and you would think of
taking a private call on the now deserted corridor, even before you can say
hello, the careless whispers would come wafting to you. And then you wished you
had a partner to share the solitude. In the end you realise the importance
of breaking the habit when you can be
nothing but numb.
Now, now. Am I going to
wait forever?
Oh there you are.
Fine keeping me waiting
for so long.
And where's the kite? That
Blue one that we cut and fell together?
And you say what?
For me, a thousand
times over?
