Tuesday, June 17, 2008

387 words, and done. Unlike last week. There always is time, always. Time is a construct, someone said. A patli gali, a jugaad. Now for the crit deluge. Feels awful when I don’t.

5 comments:

Proxima Blue said...

Three hundred and eighty-seven words does not seem like much, but then how hard did you have to beat them out of the ether to make them flow?

Hope you are are well!
P

sanguine said...

LOL @ 85% discount ...
did you go or not :))

austere said...

Ah proxima!Ask not. No screaming tyres, no shattering glass, no whizstle of bullet. A happily ever after, slighty O Henry-ish.


sanguine! tareekey key kapdey aur hum ! ram ram! anarth! :)

sathya said...

Hi Aust,
Where is the text? roughpad?

Sathya

austere said...

Nah. Not on roughpad, will mail.
How is it going?