Moving horns of a herbivorous

“In my village, I have a cow brown in color. It gives 5-7 liters of milk per day and have moving horns.” An elderly woman told me.

Have you ever seen any herbivorous with moving horns or no?

Page No. 52

It's probably past the national book week now but I always love playing this game on facebook. The rules are, grab the closest book to you, turn to page 52, post the 5th sentence as your status. Don't mention the title. Copy the rules as part of your status.

To play this game, I picked up a library book and turned pages. The page no. 51-52 were missing and 53-54 were twice.

Now what should I do?

Little cat

“Meow! Meow!!” The kid tried to chat with the little cat. It got up, jumped on the ground and came near him, rubbing her body against his legs.
“It is showing affection to me.” The kid happily told me. He became busy with it.
I buried myself into the book which I was reading.

A few minutes later, the kid came running from a passage where he went while playing. “It raised its tail showing her anger as I went near her three kittens that lived in the box behind the stairs in the passage. Thats why I ran away from there. Two kittens are exactly like her and the other one is pure black like their papa.”

“Do you meet their papa also?” I stopped reading and asked.

“No.” He looked at his new digital wrist watch and said “It is 10.48am. Papa must have gone to work and will return in the evening. Moreover, if the color of kitten does not match with mother then it must be of father’s.”

“It can possibly be their grandparent’s color.”

Do you think it is the right time to teach him Mendel’s Law or should wait for some more years?

Mantra of happy living

“Do not think too much. Avoid brooding. Let the things happen as they are happening. This is the simplest mantra of happy living.” A saint said.

Do you agree or disagree?

A strange dream

A strange dream is haunting me from the past few days. In the dream I saw myself going in a lift, its door opened at tenth floor and to my surprise my ex boyfriend entered the lift. Doors closed and lift moved down. Tremors were felt. Lights went out. Lift fell down in uncontrollable speed. Violent and unpleasant noises of free falling of heavy objects could be heard. With a force lift hit something hard below. The dust, pieces of bricks and cement fell in one corner of the lift. It was good as I could see a hole above created by a pillar. He was pressing all the possible options of his mobile while I was throwing my dupatta from the crack above so that it might get entangled somewhere. Repeated efforts of mine bring the desired results and I climbed out of that lift holding that dupatta. Meanwhile I could hear the signals of low battery again and again from his mobile till it created a dark void.

He stepped forward to hold the dupatta, I freed it to fall it on the ground of lift. I brought the stones to cover the hole. “Same you will feel now as I have felt when you stopped talking to me, stopped all modes of communications; an engulfing silence and even more engulfing darkness!” I forgot the pain of scratches of all sizes on my body made by the sharp ridges of hole as my heart was filled with immense pleasure of making him suffer.

When I am kind hearted person how even in my dream can I be so cruel?

Writing a post

When I feel low I write a post on my blog which makes me emotionally strong.

Do you feel the same or differ?

It is an art!

“I dry the clothes on strings in a particular manner. All the towels in one line, all the suits in one line, all the socks in one line! There is always a symmetry and rhythm in which I dry clothes. You know, Chandrika it is an art!” Mrs.‘I’ told me.

Do you agree or disagree with her that drying clothes on strings is an art?