People use marriage or even a relationship like a pencil with the eraser on top kind.
Most of them were scared to put anything on paper, cause if there is a mistake or your mom does not like the way you wrote s, she will ask you to erase it and re-write it, thatz when all hell brakes lose. The eraser is long gone,
.......do you know the fun things you can do with that rubber pellet.
In the fear of the lost eraser, we are conditioned to not make mistake, do things you are sure off, think twice before you write. There was joy, real fun knowing that 1+1 does not equal 11. But a whole new numbering system and ya there were more numbers than 1, now I know what this '2' meant.
I stopped trying to create new words, the day big words like psychology, cynic, subpoena, pneumatic came into my life.
I have and will need a couple of tries to get that right. Pretending to look for what you know for sure is not in your bag, is a futile effort to avoid the topic, One soon learns.
The little doodlings disappear, the scribbles disappear. Kyon? Mummy Rubbad pooch legi tho?
Here we are having a blast, then deeply madly falling in love happens. And then she invites you home. The Last words he heard was “ you have rubbad na”.
You actually never recover from it. You don’t wanna try anything cause, what if you make a mistake?
Frank uncle, thatz what I called him, my neighbor from my childhood, we moved into this new neighborhood and he had recently returned after a couple of years in the middle east. He never called it gulf like the others, maybe like the others he was not at Gulf. I think he was a mechanic by trade, but he was a superb handyman, there wasn’t any gadget he couldn’t fix, not that there were a lot in the middle class neighborhood. He worked with Usha Telehost or something that sounded like that, didn’t know when he went to work, he was always at home, I always saw him greased clothes, except on the odd Sundays or around x-mas. He wasn’t your average mechanic, there would always be a strange car, outside always, a car which was not normally sighted on the roads, but once in a blue-moon would spot it at Victoria layout, Benson town, where those old people with strange English names lived. He would have stories about the owner and the car. There were vintage a quarter century ago. Guess...
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