Button, you know why we write about the things we write, right? About the birds and the butterflies and cats and dogs or about the pink nail clipper I picked up 40 years back and wove a story around?
The pink nail clipper’s story, Button.
Button, I love trees, pressed dry flowers, diamond-shaped water danglers hanging precariously from the tips of sprigs of a fir tree in our garden during the monsoons, sparkling rainwater cocooned by leaves, dry leaves that have fallen off trees especially the frayed golden-yellow ones exposing an intricate filigree of veins and capillaries.
Button, remember Man Vs. Bee, the show we watched the other day?
Button, what ensued is hilarious.
Button, I woke up this morning to a sparkling new day. The sun was shining bright. The sky was a clear azure blue. Birds were chirping and the cool breeze whistling through the fronds of the tall palm trees in the garden made me look around with wonder.
Button, the magenta-coloured shirt was one amongst many linen shirts Mahesh had in his collection and he was very possessive about it as it had proved to be lucky for him time and again.
Bobby McFerrin sang:
Here’s a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don’t worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy…
I know UFO stands for unidentified flying object. What does OUO stand for?