THE TEN SECOND RULE

If you drop food on the floor ... and are able to retrieve it within ten seconds ... it's still edible.

I've always LIVED by that rule.

Well, yesterday evening I had some friends coming for tea... the night before they arrivedIi made some chilli (kidney beans are always better after soaking in the sauce all night)... anyway... when I came home from work I decided to try to get a head start, by preparing everything in advance... I thought that I could then enjoy their company better if Iwasnt flustered and disappearing mid story to the kitchen...... BUT.... I accidently dropped the container thingie on to the kitchen floor.

OH MY GOD... What a mess! It was like a blood bath!!.... (its amazing how far a bright red liquid will travel when dropped from fridge height!)

Anyhoo... as they were due to arrive within less than an hour... I was under pressure.... so I acted quickly ... and managed to scoop most of the chilli into a saucepan. Boiling kills most germs.... right?

Yeah yeah I know ... so it might've taken me longer than ten seconds to scrap enough for a meal and.... techincally the ten second rule doesnt apply to liquid and mushy stuff.... But if everyone keeps their mouths shut, no one will ever know what the secret to my delicious chilli is!!!.....

Soul-mate or sold out?

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Life goes on.... with or without you...

Possibilities

today it rains..... just like yesterday

i could go out .... but i do not
instead i look out onto the weathers furore
and gaze absentmindedly at the street activity below

today is grey... just like yesterday
i could seek solace... but i do not
my focus shifts from far to near and i'm captivated
by the raindrops tapping for notice upon my windowsill

today is cold.... just like yesterday
I could get busy.... but i do not
my idle tranquility offers a snug blanket to cushion me
from which i can peep out into the world and marvel

Today is different.... not like yesterday
I could figure it out.... but i do not
you came into my life and i viewed you with suspicion
its what you deserve and foster.. i am not above that?

Tomorrow looks bright.... not like yesterday
I am impatient to rush... but cannot
outside this wetted window is a host of possibilities
i smile in spite of the rain.... for i know tomorrow come

Motionless

My thoughts, like planets collided and the movement rippled further than I could imagine, like a cyclist shifting gears... It was an unnatural yet unavoidable by-product of motion.

I want to be still... but I cannot stop my thoughts.

Perhaps I should visit some Buddhist monks to find my inner peace, search out my core purpose in life and become tranquil. But I doubt that I’d find much more than the deep seated question - 'who is eating all the other jaffa cakes?

Besides I’m not sure I could take the realisation that I’m as shallow as a summer puddle after all. I'd much rather cling to the possibility that one day i might turn out not to be dead of irrelevance.

Maybe I just need to accept that one cannot hang on to feelings, friends and forays, but rather let them go..... for they are not mine to keep. But instead i should treasure them as memories.

Talking of which, I’ve been thinking a lot about childhood days, enjoying the memories of a time when social skills were not expected, nor indeed necessary. Ah such sweet times, when it was legitimate to ignore the comments or actions of someone else simply on the basis you hadn't a clue what they were on about. If they didn't make sense - you just ignored them. It was practically law!

I have a hankering for such simplicity again, where it was high times when two people linked hands together, leant out and spun in a circle until they couldn't breathe. The thrill to once more enjoy gut wrenching laughter, loud enough to annoy the neighbourhood as far as the ear could hear. When days felt like weeks, but bedtimes came too soon. Easy relationships. ... where invitations to 'come play' were rejected with a mere shrug of the shoulders. Where mistakes were erased by blowing the crumbs off.

Hope lingers so they say, but really its stuffed into Pandora's box and even reading the ancient legends I’m not too clear how it gets shared around. Nor am I aware of the identity of the designated distributor of said 'hope', so I can’t go and make any enquiries. So I feel a bit stuck - cos I feel I need some but the man from del hope givers - he say 'NO'...

I want to be still, no questioning, analysing, speculating, assuming and hurting. I miss the old times...

Is there a way back??

Revival of the Monsoon's Rains

Perspective is often distorted over time and many an important cause or passionate belief is lost to poor hindsight memories. I know this - because I do this, altho' i wish i didnt.

Hush........

there is this emptiness now you see

its like a rock divide - just there
we both look at it and make no comment
about the horrific noise it steadfast bears

ignore it?

why yes let us never utter or name it

but leave it to the wind and weather
for surely it will soon be out of sight
filled over by the passing moments

look away?

yes, yes - may we two never chance
to glance upon its very existence
and soon it will be covered with distain
to drown the murderous persistence of it

 let it go?

we two should cocoon ourselves tight

to block out the memory of what was
each to feast upon the vacuum's fill
until it chokes, distorts and colours our view

 then there will be none.........