The Evening Session

As the day roll towards dusk, the ladies gather under the beautiful Laburnuum or the Sagou Palm for the trivial chit-chats. I watch from my window and sometimes join as the children run around us and the pets listen ardently to our otherwise unnecessary yet stress-buster gossips.....sun rolls down behind the hills and dark sky usher us back to our routine knick-knacks.....

Men...Hah!!

Why cannot a man be a man without making passes...even if he is walking alongside their kids? Some say...it is the manifestation of manliness ...some, frustration....and I, call this the stupid male(or animal?) instict which makes them look foolish in most places.....:)

Chit-Chat...Spit-Spat

A few days ago there was some chit-chatting around which led to huge spit-spat among the ladies and so very unfortunate that I too got involved......suddenly it came in my mind...what happens when such confrontations happen......some fight, some have huge laugh behind others back and the kids....are bewildered.......:)