“Any grand plans for Valentine’s day?” quizzed Kaalicharan’s baritone voice.
“When have I had any?”
“But,” smiling sheepishly he added, “You aren’t a dog”.
“Who knows if I am” with a sigh, the pseudo philosopher in me heaved, “a dog inside this human flesh”
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A cursory glance on facebook and it’s easy to delve in the wave of wedding updates. The delirious setting gets still creepier when the question gets popped out of unassuming corners. At office cubicle, over a cafeteria conversation or an impromptu conversation, there is always someone who wishes to inquire ‘when’ as if the gyrations of the planet depend on a matrimonial.
It is no secret that I don’t believe in humans with a halo over their head ― the ayatollahs, sacrosanct religious gurus and Swami Holier-than-thou and the Ulema Ulysses.
It is the hound I trust in. Period.
Always have. Always will.
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So it’s really no wonder that when it comes to dating and finding a life partner, someone that likes animals is a plus, and someone that loves dogs is a must. A lot of people in dating sites claim that they like dogs but it turns out that they just click on a box to make themselves sound caring. The real feelings will come across if you’re on a date and you come across a dog and you can see their real reaction to them.
Deal Breaker: Must love dogs. Read More »
All that my paws can find amid ferns are some wedding invites, electricity bills and newspaper inserts. No one has written to me in ages. No, I don’t count the email. I yearn to feel the texture of paper with words in them. Words; written and not typed. Words impregnated with inks of those who held love. Words, weaving tales of a land from far off, of people I know or once knew. Some crisscrosses, scribbles on the marginalia, darkened impressions which seem to stress on the line, conveying a longing to return. Words, written days before and yet not swayed by time. Words with their casual curves which have forgotten to age, the ripening feel that only a cat can conceal and yet, reveal.
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