A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..
In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..
These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.
They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.
These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.
They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.
February 15, 2008
The Masterpiece.
The Sister's came first in All India Painting Competition 2007 in her group. The picture she drew there is not this one. Its something else. But this one's up on my blog. She's 13.
And if I look at a paintbrush, the damn thing breaks.
So she's kinda awesome at this painting business.
I have kinda speechless moments now. I'd like to sob and go boo-hoo-hoo a bit if she was not such a brat. But she is. And I won't. She's worth spanking.
Thats all folks. According to The Pig.
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13 comments:
b-r-i-l-l-i-a-n-t. just.
yes i know.
dammit.
Awesome.
i know
beautiful ..
i knw.
how did you find me?
nice post.
was just looking.
Exasperating...you :P
That I know too.
Brilliant! Enchanting! May I save a copy for my own enjoyment? I won't distribute it in any way.
Please do. I do not mind at all.
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