Music in my head: Agalloch - Not Unlike the Waves
Today's weather: Dilli ki Garmi.
In this sweltering, sweaty, summer season,
Delhi's deadly dry.
A chicken stranded on Chandni Chowk
Turns into chicken fry.
You'd think that tricksy tripsy Trichy
Had a trident up your rear.
But damned Delhi, apart from being smelly,
Has the trident trembling in fear.
I'm stuck in a small little stupidity rut,
Chewing chicken from Chandni Chowk,
To muscle up and move what's on my head-
A great big writers' block.
P.S. I promise that the forthcoming entries will make more sense. I just had to get the ball rolling somehow.
May 19, 2010
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