It was really uncharacteristic of me to wake up in the middle of the night. I mean, I dont usually get up in my sleep even to piss. But here I am, having woken up like a shot bang in the middle of deep sleep. Wondering what was it that caused the sudden rush of adrenalin, I try to close my eyes and retrace the fading realms of any dreams I might have seen... or more likely, nightmares. No, there isn't any. I am wet. Err, I mean, I am sweating. I sharpen my ears to listen to the drone of the ceiling fan, which has a habit of melting in your ears once it goes on for a while, pretty much like the tick of the clock. You cant hear it unless you really strain your ears and concentrate. No, I dont hear any. The power must have gone off. And that explains all the sweat. I scrambled up, almost stumbled upon the bean bag, but found my way to the blacony door and opened it. Ah! what a relief. It was so cold and crisp outside. There was no moon but I could see the silhouettes of trees. And the...
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have a great 2006!
Poornima...shez an amazing wordsmith..... Have bookmarked her blog...
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Loved the pictures... each and every one of them. What camera? Rebel?
snm: Yup, thanx for the reco. And that's all you'll get from me... :D
dhanya: Thanks for the comment. The cloud is my favorite, too. You should have seen the real thing then. I'm sure you'd have run out of expletives...
I saw two of your 'pertinent' questions :D And here are the answers. There's no way you can view "all the new comments" in shutterfly, so pls exceuse me if I have missed any...
1. Yes that's me ma'me. And thank you!
2. You meant Larry Baker didn't you? It was not built by him, but was certainly inspired by!
And thanx again for the comment. Am so flattered! :)