A giant fish's skeleton swims by lazily. I see the head first - the single, large marble-like eye fixing a startled look on me. The curves of the body remind me of the hump of a normal distribution curve. The bones a delicate, feathery white. The arch tapers off in to the tail bone, covered by a long, white, whithered tube sock. A man's tube sock. Nike. The swoosh is faint.
The sky is a wonderful place to cloud fish. And today's catch wasn't all that bad.
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hi. liked this post v much. have linked from my blog. hope u will not mind. if u do - then let me know
thanks! and no i dont mind at all :)
You have become by far the worst writer on the blogosphere - whats with pictures and fufu writing. Cut the crap and write something real or don't!! Continue on your 'spring break' and only come back when you have something worthy to say.
And skeletons don't have eyes only sockets
whts wrong babe???? come on give us something good already! m linking u on my blog too...
achtlandia - thanks for the link
mumbai girl - thanks. and it's waiting for you with a big red bow on :) moved in to the new place yet?
snort @ anon.
sorry, shoefiend..I couldnt help but chuckle derisively at anon .:)
cloud fishing is fun.
I dont know what I feel about the fish skeletons though. The eye always seems to give me the heebie-jeebies.
Love this post. Pls ignore anon.
Can sympathise with you not feeling like writing. I always have this feeling of being back in another world whenever i come back from a holiday in india. takes me a while to get back to my "western" world.
indian punkster - :) they freak me out a little too
mumbaigirl - when's the party? :D
anjali - thanks alot! glad to know it's a universal phenomenon
Tsk.........tsk Anon.......not happy with yourself?? It shows!!
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