The Book of Stones, Bones and Silence

This was an idea Shveta had, or someone had she she told me. The chapters to the book of my life. A tragic-comedy (mostly tragic, but we rocks have a great sense of humor)

Here goes:

The Book of Stones, Bones and Silence


Chapter 1: Bones
“The One” is born. “The One” what? There is no indication yet. Shows no promise of might, talent, beauty or intelligence. Drools and has big round eyes. Awkward Silence.

Chapter 2: Frogs
Time spent avoiding frogs in warm humid South Asian evenings or pretending to be one other days. Thaa jungle!

Chapter 3: I dont wanna go to the salon!
Really. They are creepy

Chapter 4: Emostic
The discovery of misery, love, woe, awsomeness and black nail color. The undergrad revolution.

Chapter 5: The Rocks with the marshmallow centers
All of them. And breakage. “Crazy kism ki”, said Great Sage Amal.

Chapter 6: -7
Going away but never escaping.

Chapter 7: Drowning
And other imaginary plans in pencil.

Chapter 8: No no please, not the salon!!
No no.. noooo… Oh it does look better. Very emo, and hides my face… *wink *thumbs up

Chapter 9: Oh hot daym, this is my jam (not)
Jammed and pickled in a jar. And then... awkward silence. But still never sells her artsy soul to corporate bitches.

Chapter 10: Burn up in your atmosphere.
Well, “The One” burns up in your atmosphere. You crazy dawg.