It was Tinkerbell's birthday yesterday. Happy Birthday Tinker Bell.
We spent the evening in a strange restaurent where people kept breaking into song and dance. Tinker Bell has nice friends, bright and entertaining and polite to the end. Bottle-imp and I were giggly and silly as usual pausing only to sleep. At 7 am we woke were giggly and silly again and raced in a giggly and silly manner first to Cantonement station and then City station to pick up Snegum. Rani Chennamma Express, we have now learnt, does not stop at Cantt.
At home I ate carrot cake that I made with my own three hands and drank wine. Napped and made cootchie coo noises to Tinker Bell under a dalmatian spotted blanket all afternoon.
At every instant and from every side, resounds the call of Love:
We are going to sky, who wants to come with us?
We have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels,
And now we will go back there, for there is our country.
0 comments:
Post a Comment