Who would’ve thought that crossing a short street can be such a pain! I had a tough time guarding my ‘precious’ while navigating my way through a maze consisting of painfully noisy and pungently smoky vehicles this evening. My walk was further complicated by my nose which was running the 100 metre Olympic, a feat that could quite easily lead to my being re-christened “Snivelling Skylark”. And why am I going backwards while narrating the events that took place today? Oh well, R-E-W-I-N-D!
To begin, I’d have to mention that I woke up. Yes. Awakened. Stopped dreaming. Opened my eyes to look at the ceiling. Whichever you please. And I was not very well, to put things mildly. However I had a certain commitment to keep later during the day, which was why I was quite keen on getting better. I consumed organic matter which humans consume for the sake of sustenance and decided to wait till I felt a bit better instead of striding towards my destination right away. This did help. Slightly. And so my attempt at reaching my destination alive proved to be a successful endeavour.
Ordinary occurrences took place. Although I learnt that I had missed out on some delicious spring rolls. Le sigh. And these lines probably make no sense whatsoever. I am weird. So what I write or say is not likely to make much sense. Le shrug. I also witnessed the shortest ‘seminar’ in the history of mankind (what a relief!) and then, er, had quite a good time at a programme that was postponed by a week and held today. My ‘precious’ looked an absolute beauty and created sound that was quite literally music to my ears. I was amongst some very talented people and was requested to play Für Elise at the end of the programme. Which I did. And had an overenthusiastic ‘congratulator’ hug me. (O_o ... :P). And apparently also had VB in tears. (:o I know I didn't play that badly; perhaps she is being autistic today). Things could have been worse, I suppose. I mean, I made two mistakes while playing the second song. I could have sounded worse than I actually did. Le long-drawn-sigh.
After that, I walked down a short street and then a longer one and then stood there waiting for my mode of transport. For quite a long time. With my ‘precious’ in tow. Funny people wondered what I was carrying in a large, black, apparently-heavy (note keyword: apparently), rectangular bag. I looked at those sorry creatures in disdain. They knew not that it contained my ‘precious’. Oh well, their loss, I’d say. Although I’d have been gladder had certain careless women carrying large shopping bags had not brushed their impure articles against my ‘precious’.
I am in a talkative mood at present. Which is a pity since my snivelling situation shall probably not allow me to sound like anything other than a cracked blow-horn which has been poorly transfigured into a violin, which has been unequally broken into three fragments. I would feel guilty inflicting such pain on other people’s hearing devices by speaking to them. Shut up, I must, in that case. And so, I will and hope that I am better tomorrow.
To begin, I’d have to mention that I woke up. Yes. Awakened. Stopped dreaming. Opened my eyes to look at the ceiling. Whichever you please. And I was not very well, to put things mildly. However I had a certain commitment to keep later during the day, which was why I was quite keen on getting better. I consumed organic matter which humans consume for the sake of sustenance and decided to wait till I felt a bit better instead of striding towards my destination right away. This did help. Slightly. And so my attempt at reaching my destination alive proved to be a successful endeavour.
Ordinary occurrences took place. Although I learnt that I had missed out on some delicious spring rolls. Le sigh. And these lines probably make no sense whatsoever. I am weird. So what I write or say is not likely to make much sense. Le shrug. I also witnessed the shortest ‘seminar’ in the history of mankind (what a relief!) and then, er, had quite a good time at a programme that was postponed by a week and held today. My ‘precious’ looked an absolute beauty and created sound that was quite literally music to my ears. I was amongst some very talented people and was requested to play Für Elise at the end of the programme. Which I did. And had an overenthusiastic ‘congratulator’ hug me. (O_o ... :P). And apparently also had VB in tears. (:o I know I didn't play that badly; perhaps she is being autistic today). Things could have been worse, I suppose. I mean, I made two mistakes while playing the second song. I could have sounded worse than I actually did. Le long-drawn-sigh.
After that, I walked down a short street and then a longer one and then stood there waiting for my mode of transport. For quite a long time. With my ‘precious’ in tow. Funny people wondered what I was carrying in a large, black, apparently-heavy (note keyword: apparently), rectangular bag. I looked at those sorry creatures in disdain. They knew not that it contained my ‘precious’. Oh well, their loss, I’d say. Although I’d have been gladder had certain careless women carrying large shopping bags had not brushed their impure articles against my ‘precious’.
I am in a talkative mood at present. Which is a pity since my snivelling situation shall probably not allow me to sound like anything other than a cracked blow-horn which has been poorly transfigured into a violin, which has been unequally broken into three fragments. I would feel guilty inflicting such pain on other people’s hearing devices by speaking to them. Shut up, I must, in that case. And so, I will and hope that I am better tomorrow.
1 comment:
ROFL!
You write really well... Did you play the entire piece? Here's a warm congratulatory handshake. *Shakes hand*
How is your precious doing these days?
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