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August 27 SpaceSPACE We are always looking for space and exploring space. The vast emptiness we are in awe with. We write poems on it. Sing ballads on it. Then we fill it with space junk.
We paint our walls expensively in selected colours and we hammer nails all over to hang pictures, ending up looking like a picture gallery in bad taste.
We plan a geometrical pattern for our garden and then plant everything that grows ending up in a mess.
We draw plans of a home with space and keep adding rooms to fill up all those space till the house resembles a beehive.
An artist takes a wide white canvas and takes a second look at his array of paints and ends up with a riot of rainbows gone crazy.
I compose a simple neat tune, listen to it and then look at my collection of tones & rhythm loops and end up with a cacophony of sounds.
We promise elbow room for each other at the beginning of a beautiful friendship and starts nibbling away and end up tearing at each ones throat.
Now MSN has created more space in our blog spaces – waiting to be filled what we call inspirations
Space – we dream of – crave for – plan for – promise of – and end up filling it up with junk, our ego, our burdens, we defile it.
The beautiful SPACE we started with. August 20 Blog BluesI notice that my fellow spacers are sharing the problem I face with MSN Spaces. Though it is not a comment in good taste, I do must say that I am not alone in this situation. It is like when your electrical connection goes on the blink at home, first you look to see if your neighbour's lights are shining.
Wonder when the experts at MSN solves this. Or is it a classic example of over population in space? August 05 Viva !MSN spaces has gone through a complete cosmetic change. And just when I had familiarised with the old one. Now I have to learn all over again and also learn the new expressions. And the whole s pace window is larger than my monitor screen. Is anybody having this problem too? August 01 A Short Story(This story was inspired by an entry I read in ‘Top Of The World’s blog space. Thank you Sonia)The ShelterShe was standing there in an old patched up, but clean dress. She just stood there looking at me with those big eyes. “What is your name?” I asked her. She mumbled something I could hardly hear. “Speak louder” “Maya” she said in a quivering voice. “Come, sit there” I pointed to a chair next to my table and I settled down into my recliner. She walked slowly forward and sat on the ground in front of me. I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face. Her eyes were bright and wet with unshed tears. So young and pretty, like an angel. She turned away from me and her lips were quivering and she brought up her hand over her lips, long slender fingers. “Don’t be afraid” I told her.
I struggled up on my creaking knees walked towards my bedroom. Opening the door I reached inside with my hand. Groping behind on the wall next to the door I turned to her and said “Maya come here”. She was looking up at me apprehensively .Two drops of tears started rolling down her cheek. I just stood there at my bedroom door not saying anything. I wondered what she could have gone through at her tender age to bring that abject terror into her face. I pulled my hand out with a key ring in it.
I walked towards her and taking her hand in mine pulled her up. I started to walk towards another door opposite to mine. I could feel her trying to pull back. Opening the door with a key from the ring I walked in switching on the light. The room was small with a bed, table and a chair. Usually I kept it neat and ready for the unexpected guests dropping in.
I thought it is too late to take her to the quarters behind my house where I have lodged many more like her. “You can sleep here tonight. You will find a blanket in that shelf. I will see you in the morning. Let me see what work you can do here.”
She stood there looking at me with those big wet eyes. “Don’t be scared. No harm will come to you here. Be assured” I walked away from her.
I could never turn away all those that turned up at my door, whether they came on two legs or four or even flying.
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