Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it. ~William Arthur Ward

Let us go out now into the sun-washed light of the blossoming world.May the inner light of our own being add its bright blessing to the dappled days and enhance the glow of nightfall.Don’t forget your Zippo lighter and toothbrush.

I have decided to move on…and no it has nothing whatsoever (implicitly or explicitly) to do with Ash getting engaged (wipes a tear, blows his nose…….phurrrrrrrrrrr…sniff), puts his hair back in place.

Before I vanish ..…"People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel."

FF to one and all, over and over again …………… that is my all time favorite phrase and as always I have no clue what it means ;)

Thank you. Vc bows

With a smile and a song, Life is just a bright sunny day,Your cares fade away, And your heart is young.

Sometimes I think the dark is drawn to the light as a moth to a flame. Maybe it is the nature of all things to be pulled towards their opposites.

It started like any other day, except that it had rained heavily the previous evening. No one in their right mind would wake up at 4 am, a time when even the vampire bat would retire to its dark and damp cave. But that chilly January morning, I was not in the right frame of mind. I wandered to the fireplace looking for that obscure matchbox. After a few futile attempts, I managed to start a nice cozy fire. Now it was time to make that hot cup of lemon tea. The house was still in darkness, I couldn’t blame the Sun, it was after all my mistake, I forgot to pay the electricity bill, yet again. But the light that falls out of an oil lamp has its own distinct quality, an ambience, which is indescribable. The long shadows and the smell of burning castor oil, triggered memories that I thought was lost forever. I was mesmerized for an instant, the howl of the street dog bringing me back to my senses. I sighed and made my way to the courtyard. My companion was still asleep, as usual. The dogs were it again, chasing the cat all over the neighborhood. The old rocking chair on the portico was beckoning me, similar to how an open electric socket beckons a 16 month old kid, who just found that he can go places just by rolling around. The rhythmic creaking of the chair was the only sound that broke the silence of the morning. The grandfather clock struck 5 times, and I knew it was time to wake her up. Armed with a blanket and a thermos we set off to the top of the summit. I found a cozy place next to a boulder, which I knew had the best view in town. We had another hour to while away and it was a good time to drink the hot brew, the cold breeze constantly reminding us of the location. I sipped the sweet tea and longed for the biscuits but alas I forgot to pack them, well I did have a valid reason, it is difficult to search in the dark,especially when the kitchen has rats. I think I dozed off for a few minutes dreaming of distant voices and girls giggling, before I was rudely awakened by the cry of the cuckoo bird. The sky looked like it was painted by a 6 year old, lots of yellow mixed with magenta and a lot of stars bunched together. Here’s where I fell into the writer’s pit …yep, its similar to the writers block.So I give you , yes you, a chance to finish this loos story enjoy have fun. Finish it :)

Sometimes...

Gosh, time files and here we are in (almost) the second month of yet another year and its time to look back and see -the dog – near the TV- NO NO Bruno OUT OUT Has anyone read No Comebacks By Frederick Forsyth. It’s a collection of short stories published in the year 1982. I used to read this on my way to office and after reading each story I would pause, think about it and smile. Yes , I did earn a few weird looks from my co passengers , but that’s alright. Here’s a brief description of the stories…and it is in the same fashion of Jeffery Archer’s “A Twist in the Tale. No Comebacks A rich philanderer plans to kill the husband of the woman he loves. There are no Snakes in IrelandAn Indian student plans revenge against his tormenting employer. The Emperor A banker wins a holiday to Mauritius, and ends up battling a great fish to the death on a game fishing trip. There are Some Days... Murphy has planned a hijacking to give tens of thousands of pounds' worth of French brandy, but nothing is going well. Money with Menaces A businessman finds himself in a situation of blackmail after spending a lunch break with a prostitute. Used in Evidence The demolition of an old man's house uncovers a dead body. Privilege A businessman is libelled in a newspaper, but plans an unconventional method of bringing this to the public's attention. Duty A chance encounter in France leads to the resurrection of old memories."It has been pointed out to me that the following story is out of character with the others in this collection and fits into no category. It is pure idiosyncrasy on my part, but I have decided to include it anyway. It was told to me by an Irish friend and he swore it was absolutely true and had happened to him. For this reason, unlike all the other stories, I have elected to tell it in the first person.F.F." A Careful Man A millionaire with terminal cancer must now make a will. But to whom should his wealth be left? Sharp Practice A judge engages in a game of poker with two other passengers on the train, without knowing anything about them. I am in mood to write a short story which I must say was sparked off by a 23ish-24ish avid tea drinker.

wonder why they are so happy ?