(dream) catcher on the eye!

I sat staring out of the airplane window, staring at Perth twirl into a trillion trinkets of fairylights as we ascended to 30,000 feet above sea level and my heart plummeted a 30,000. I contemplated the dimensions of his palms…how it encompassed wholly anything it held, they were soft and compassionate yet hardened and protective at the same time. How they made me shrivel in delight every time they rested somewhere on me. It felt like the warmth of crackling wood on a snowy day. The kind that puts a blush to your cheek for absolutely no reason.
Attraction is after all noticing someone else other than you.
I miss the dream-catcher…I miss being his firefly, I miss being told to behave myself in public.

I thought of his eyes and how they stared at me a full 30 seconds when they first saw me. How often I noticed a passive unsaid pain in them at times, how they’d glint with obnoxiousness every time he made a statement.

I drifted off to sleep dreaming of the dream catcher…of all those sweet nothings, the sweet somethings and sweet everythings.

Of coveralls,lube oil,spanners,pink nail paint,purple shoes and a mauve bra

I am lost in a strange concotion of spanners,lube oil,coveralls,pink nail paint,purple shoes,mauve bra,red higlights and cream scarves in a city were my hair doesn't frizz out and my jacket never comes off[except when i've downed too many jimbeams,jackcokes,sauvignons,sparkiles or any consummable R-OH]!!
nope i am not a truck mechanic[like a few say]neither am a child-slut in coveralls like one other says[i am allowed to have carnal needs since i have all d hormonal glands intact]..am just a labrat,a lab geologist who is sucking mother earth's bosom dry of oil and lubricates the rest of the world..well asia pacific atleast!
Its strange how when i leave from home,i have my kohl and earrings intacts..by the morning tea break i transform into this horrendous nicotine addict kicking the boys with her size 6 indian stell cap shoes!
When i get home,i douse my mushrooms n white wine,marinated my chicken in beer mustard and then eat in silent gluttony!
well,i enjoy being lost like this..after all it is my bread,butter,.............jam,ham,cheese,baco,coffee,cigarttes and vodka aye???

1,2,3...12o..still counting

This 31st of october i will be celebrating a decade of mensuration![not sure ruefully or not]10 yrs ago, this day i went plyuck and not just red in the face!!well it's been a long 'period' of upheavels and downfalls since i called divya and wept like a girl for an hour that i have attained puberty and she laughed her arse off!!....it took a few years to figure out that i am not touched in the head but its something as outlandish as PMS.the rushes of endorphins coupled with suicidal tendencies and anger that evened each other out in a span of 24 hours...womanhood is hard earned..i dont disagree when the blokes say we are highly complicated..but i can bet my big south indian arse that they wont survive a single 28 day cycle[32 for some]...

P.S-i am at the peak of my fertility and having kids n raising them continues to grosse me out and i still think a man in full frontal nudity looks funnny and far from turning on!!

there is more to come..need to gather my thoughts a bit!!!

cheers