Black Rose

A flower dropped into my lap today. But the black threw me off. As a disguise, it worked brilliantly. Until Rosie smiled and unintentionally let slip a glimpse of her little rosebud mouth. That's when I worked it out.

Panchami made me famous

Yes. It did.

I practically ran away from office with the Sengupta Brothers to go pandal hopping. We braved a fullish metro (I've been in worse, and still worse is expected in the Pujas).

The first pandal we saw also had a canine visitor who travelled there by rickshaw, with master and master's nine-year-old daughter in tow.

Where we became famous was at Deshopriyo Park. Star Ananda caught the three of us heading to a Tora Tora type ride, which turned you round and round six times only (though it seemed much more). I suspect we were also caught on camera by some print publication while checking out Ma Durga's fancy saree. But I've no reports to that effect, so really can't be sure.

Mew

I spoke to two cats today. They were walking along the wall that forms the view from my window.

I saw one first and mewed. White with black ears. He stopped, and gave me a long searching stare which said, "Well, so you called me. Now what?" I stared back blank. He waited a moment and was going along his way, when I mewed once more. He stopped again - hoping to be invited in for a tidbit. But I had none to spare. He guessed as much and walked on by. I'd already wasted enough of his time.

The second was younger; grey and white. I mewed. He stopped too, but had to follow big brother up ahead. He gave me a look and walked on by.

I might collect something for them to eat one of these days. Once I get the fridge working.

Black

A black horse off Central Avenue isn't a common sight on a Sunday afternoon. And having an equally black naked man following on the heels of the black horse is rarer still.

I wish Otter were around. That'd have made for a prize-winning photo.

Lizzy sighted

I saw the underside of a lizard's head today. I mistook it for a pointy strip of white painted metal at first, till I saw it moving. I think lizzy had swallowed an insect right then, kop kore.

Green Box Life

I'll soon be moving into a place of my own. It's a little box. A cute box. And to mark the occasion, I'm starting another blog: The Green Box Life. Do drop by sometime.

N.B.: But GGG will carry on anyway, with or without the new blog.

Lullaby to me

Going to keep this short. I'm supersleepy and greatly addicted to Typing Maniac on FB. I'm not even terribly good at it. I've been cranky and spaced out for much of the evening. Now, I feel better. I wish the buses would not be so crowded. I'm getting a little tired of worrying about commutes. A cat turned at my mew today. And I saw people playing chess below the Gariahat flyover, just beside the loo. Some blogger had written about it a year back - either Dreamy or Onnesha I think. Well, I've finally seen it. I'm not hungry, but I feel like some chips or momos about now. Nite nite.