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Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                               CAYO THE CHANGE    Cayo was a colorful, chubby, charming caterpillar. Beside being a chatterer, he was also a gobbler.  He ate till he couldn't move, and since he couldn't move he ate even more. Mama Rue, the herb whose leaves he munched on, worried about him. Mama Rue always encouraged Cayo to keep moving by a gentle sway of her leaves & twigs. Cayo was a friendly caterpillar. He would banter with any one cruising through Mama Rue's station. Mama Rue would offer her special leaves to anyone who stopped by for chitter-chatter with joyful Cayo.                                           ...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....             It was late spring, with the grass a very deep green and colorful flower buds decorating the land, topped off with a bright sun bathing the forest with warmth, and Mother Minda was expecting bunnies. At the blooming of the narcissus flowers, Mother Minda birthed four beautiful kits.             Three of them, girls, were varying shades of mauve. The fourth kit was the smallest and was baby blue with the flappiest ears Mother Minda had ever seen. He came to be known as Flappy Blue.             As the days shortened, her bunnies, still very young and small, still couldn’t say any other words than “Mamma”. Flappy Blue’s sisters would say this all the time, but he kept quiet.     ...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                         In the haziness I see clearly...yes it's me!! I am seeing myself in a rapture, sitting beside my family. Everyone is euphoric that I have found the girl of my dreams. The at-oneness everyone feels to have Rose as our new family member is so felicitating. "Yes," I say. "I'll travel back from my trip in a jiffy & I'll plug myself into the preparation for this communion." I'm looking at my mother. Y do I see her contour turn into an agony? A voice disembodied from her is ululating a whoop. It's quiet disconcerting to see the haziness thicken into obscurity. "Where has everyone gone? That wail is getting louder & louder... Between my blinks I see the figure. "No, there are two of them. Y is that lady crying? My eyes feel heavy, ...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....             Out from the dirt pops an eye.. flinching at the light first but steadily gathering the strength to look around, feeling the first rays of the sun, trying to get au fait with her surroundings. Suckling on the life force around she grows. Absorbent by nature she discerns as she grows into a sapling. Beautiful, curvaceous & radiant freshness of her first blossom got her some gawks.            Growing wasn't easy in those marshy lands. Adversity was the teacher and frugality were her resources. Though challenging her surroundings were doting. Heedless she grew gleefully. Neelima's focus stayed on strengthening her roots the dilly-dally didn't amuse her. Uphills looked luxurious & enticing. Her alluring beady eyes would see the play-off's by the elite on high grounds. It looked greener, fancier alm...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share....                                                                                                                         Regular budgie spots       Heart spots in a budgie Conversation between dad & his little girl.... Dad : What do you think? Me  : I kinda like it. Dad : Are you sure? Me  : I think so  Dad : What's the hold up? Make up your mind Me  :  Alright i'll go for it A routine exchange between father & daughter for her first time purchase of a cassette player. The only bafflement to the stor...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader that contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                                   Chaos is the king whom logic & reason decide to meet one day.  They thought it's high time that our dear king should take some of our advice for betterment of the kingdom. When they meet the king for the first time they are surprised to see the king has empty sockets where there should  have been eyes, ears & mouth. They are well greeted & treated by King Chaos but find themselves unable to convey the purpose of  their visit. When they look around the kingdom they see that though ruled by Chaos everyone around is merry. After a long thought they decide to gift King Chaos with eyes. Lo Behold the first thing the king does when he gets vision is that he kills logic & reaso...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader that contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                       Once upon a time there was a Tortoise & a Hare.....& they decided to join the daily grind....& they lived happily ever after.......                         Of course the children version of the story is plain and simple... with a moral ..but a look at the grown-up dissertation of the story...;)                          No, the Tortoise didn't win cause Hare fell asleep. Don't just look at the blurb, dig a little deeper. Y would Hare, after challenging the tortoise for a race, be lackadaisical?                          Though Tortoise is...