While I’m gettin around to getting back to#betterblogging, this was such a fantastic story to both read and to hear being read aloud. Wow! Happy new year, hopefully, for all – doesn’t Time flyby, day or night, hope all are safe, well and contented 🙂 Thanks Anand for recent visiting and a wonderful revisit to your blog (albeit briefly, for now)…
Zaza: A sitara was playing a sitar. Jackanapes had a fly on his nape and he was a whippersnapper, dipper and dapper. Sanguine sang-froid babies sang Freud songs under porcelain gouache posters. A conniption in an anon, a canon of heroic deeds, needs, reeds, feeds, gingerly steps, jejune firefly, Mayflower, shower. Jazz.
Zaza: His sasur asked for a raised ration in a susurration. Ratified conflagration. A national annexure. That proscenium osculation under the weather of bellwether.
Logos: Bomb of aplomb ensconced in the throne of winter balloon. Functionaries riding frowsy waves of perfunctory glances.
Zaza: A logician taught tautological logics about logistics to his pupil who were also under the titillating tutelage of a humongous master who disabused them by training them into rhetorics. Take your own effigy and burn it like you blaspheme gods of reasons and then thy spirit of reason will bear fruits in due…
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