A great week for happy feet.


Niyati bought me a bunch of socks when she came back from the UK. And then she forgot to give them to me, and we  didn’t meet often enough, and her house got cleaned up and my socks got cleaned away. And so on and so forth; and we stood on the sidelines and watched helplessly while Socks and The Universe battled fiercely to the finish.

Socks won. Which only goes to show that :

  1. Socks are awesome.
  2. Socks are the only weapon that can be of aid  in the conquering of The Universe.

Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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