I talk too much
When I should be silent,
I laugh too much
When I should be crying,
I joke when I should be serious,
I tease when I should not,
I remember the day you cried
(not because of me)
In our shared public space,
And all I had to say was,
"Do you know what others will think
if they caught us like this?"
It made you laugh.
Is that when I fell in love with you?
I guess not.
The day I feared has come,
When you ask,
"Tell me about you and Ma."
If you were a son,
I would try,
"Don't be stupid"
Or
Senseless empty verse
With admirable phrases
And great vocabulary.
He wouldn't buy that
But that's the way
With fathers and sons.
Not with you,
my dear girl,
Image of our love
And my darker self.
You won't say it
But your look says,
"Seasons are just
Six-letter words.
As for four-letter ones,
Fu*k, su*k, li*k and lu*k
Are better than love.
Tell me what it was."
"#Periwinkle," SI Anu said.
"What?" Insp. Shokie said.
"The flower on the body, the colour."
"Ah!"
"Google says it's called flower of death."
"Anything else?"
"Doesn't take life seriously."
"How comforting when a serial killer says that. Find the head and the limbs."
#vss365
Every family has a few with an evil eye.
Three aunts bring normal bad luck (job loss, divorce, etc.). Black magic is used to #reflect this.
Not with Kunjappan:
"Oil's lovely" (vessel crack'd); "he works well" (he's paralyzed); "she's great" (she jumped into well).
I took my wife to the village festival.
"Stunning!" Kunjappan told her, without malice, without #reflection. That's the way to cast an evil eye.
When she died that night, the police put the cause as 'Evil Omen'. They ignored her broken neck, the scratches on my face.
#vss365
