Today began at
Ulsoor (1) earlier than usual, writing sleepy email of long rambles, and moved at the average speed of 8
kms per hour on cycle to
Shanti Sagar for
Idly without the
vada, and juice (
jamie the brown donut like thing in the picture is the
vada.) Then snailing through Wilson Garden where the dance school is, it hit a closed door at
Koramangala's Sancy laundrette(3), so a quick diversion was made to
Koramangala 4
th Block office (near 3) with 3.5
kgs of dirty laundry and then a misguided tour of
Madiwala(4) to get back to
Ulsoor (1) a tired fish on a bicycle. Once back to
Ulsoor if you happened to check the
Sarvajanik mail box you would find a torn envelope with my name on it. On the floor you would see a postcard split into 2, one side with the picture and one with the words and stamps. I'm sure you would go to the landlord and complain. So I did. Such foolishness in this society I tell you. Its a postcard from France with the prettiest stamps I have seen. It would be tragic to find it wet and soggy and hence split into two, but no kind of rain is capable of tearing open a brown paper envelope which says familiar at the back.
yours truly,
heartbroken.
(Jamie, sarvajanik= public in hindi)
Virgo (Aug 23 - Sep 22)
As hard as you may try to maintain clarity in communication, the poetic muse has come to visit you today. Even if you don't write poetry, your thoughts are more connected with your imagination now than they are with reality. Saying things impulsively can create problems, for your image-rich language paints a picture rather than telling a story. Don't try to force your communications into overly formal presentations. Instead just describe what you see in your mind's eye the best you can.
I got this today.I'm sharing this with everyone because we need to know that people are happy. Real happy. Not facebook happy sending fake hug and all. (although I'll be glad with a hug. I just got infected with facebook and am sick and surfing, I mean suffering) I asked Riddhi how she was, you know the usual whats up? She said very good! How often do we hear someone say that? It makes a difference. Somewhere deep down, in a good way. Happyment, goodness, happiness all of it still exists. People send love to random people. At least Randy does. Goodness to random Randy. Thank you.
