We’re eighty-five today. Everyday a new day, touchwood. So lukkha he won’t even treat me to peanuts, nah you can’t, he cackles.
Watching the golden orb rise beyond the horizon-line, past the few straggly trees on dusty scrub and the huge pipe that runs to the distant reservoir, one can just imagine onceuponatime, itwaslikethis packed lush green, bird calls to a crescendo, insects buzz, suddenly a rustle in the undergrowth and …silence.
9 comments:
Happy Birthday. :) And how are you young lady.
:) thankyouz.
Am good :)
Hi Aust,
Wish your dad a very happy bday from my side :)
and what's lukha :-/
Sathya
Congratulations. And best wishes.
The moment of silence is holy.
For a moment nature stops to breath.
A gap.
A V. Happy Birthday to your Dad from me..it's amazing-the zest which his generation has.If I last that long(and,I'm sure I won't),I'm sure I'll be...well,I'm not sure at all.hehe.
hehe to the lukkha part-I think it's only fair that you should have treated him.
Happy Birthday! All the best to you both:):)
Wooo weee 85! I think that means it is party time, no?
and in the end there, is it silence? or is it something else?
Happiest birthdays to your dad. (I did do a double take when I first read it and thought, damn, austere is 85? cool...)
:)
heh. Austere is onehundwedeightyfive more like it. :)
Thank you everyone for the wishes.
He's lukha kanjoos miser didn't give me a treat. :) and I shan't let him forget.
mago- what a lovely line. :)
amit- huh? not fair you cant change sides like that. NAH. tell me! I promise not to hold you to it four decades from now.
thankyouz portia and babyisland.
:)
ghani belated, but, happy birthday maari taraf thi bi.
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