…never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
—Mary Oliver
Monday, October 28, 2013
Crackle
I'm feeling 'chiti-chiti'. That's what we onomatopoeically say in Kannada -- it's a word that describes the crackle of mustard in hot oil, a word for a mood where you scatter just as effectively at the mildest pressure.
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