This morning, my husband got up with a pout bigger than Angelina Jolie’s and wouldn’t speak to me at all. Upon  my persistence, he asked me straightaway “Where’s your blog?” 
And I told him I deleted it some days back because I just can’t keep up and I would prefer not to be a blogger at all than to be a bad blogger.
“It’s so bizzaire! To give up just like that!!“ His pout was filling up his face and he bossed me around to bring it back on saying if I didn’t feel like it now, it’s just a momentary phase.
I told him it’s embarrassing to return to something that I gave up and that people would laugh at my erratic behaviour and that maybe I can get myself a domain name and start there but he simply wouldn’t buy me, claiming he knew my tricks too well to believe it.
Thus on demand of my biggest fan who hardly or  never reads my blog to begin with, I return like a batman!
Dear God, what Life is this with no time to stand and stare; when my shadows run faster than me and looks back at me with that incredulous expression? Yesterday, my left eyeball hurt, the pain shifted its stance today. Maybe I am thinking too much. Yesterday, I nearly drove up a wall with a weird realisation. It is this : why must only the drivers wear a seatbelt? Must only he survive an accident? And hey, why do our children address their parents in a western style? Mom, Mum, Mama, Papa, Pop, Dad….What’s wrong in calling them simply Apa and Aye?


You see, my brain’s been rolling a lot more than my eyes and it’s difficult to make out if my eyes think and my brains see? Or is it the reverse? Why, then, do I feel, my head is the root because my hair cut in a Beatle’s style stands out like Eintein’s? I have the feeling that my head is the root, the foundation, the base and the source of nutrition of my very being. If my head is base, why am I downside up? If the head is the root afterall, do people think with their feet? What is “sense” then? Is it the toe? Do we say “Please talk toe? Am I making toe?” Christ, I have forgotten them all.

Dear God, you are making me more confused than ever now. See, if my head is my feet and my feet, my head, am I sitting cross handed and typing with my toes? Or is that sense; typing with sense? Haha!

Really, you are one Goddamned genius! All the fools in this world think their feet is their head and their head, the feet. Let this be our secret! Hush! Keep your ass shut!!!!!

Or is that the mouth?