Miss Chitnis

While Keshi is flaunting her fake boobs on her blog www.keshigirl.blogspot.com :P

I wud rather talk about Miss Chitnis...Now u know my weakness for women...especially the fast confident suave ones, the ones who can move wid style and grace. Miss Chitnis is one of the lot...though one wud say she is more or less flat chested...but boy can she move...i've been trying to like net her for ages now but she's been evading me like the clouds go past rajasthan...

Miss Chitnis...is our house lizard (any lizard in the house as and when the occassion arises)...and i'm the designated catcher...that because i dont like ppl killing lizards...i find them sweet innocent thingies...wid those lovely big eyes...and they do no harm...infact...they eat all small insects...keep the house safe...and they have that lovely tail...which if it detaches dances for like half a minute...

So i go after them like a proffesional hunter...with a teeli waala jhaadu / cloth to grab them and chuck them out of the house...have been succesful a few times...have had to be bad to them a few times...but nonetheless...i like lizards...ofcourse don't like it if one decides to do a free fall stunt from the roof when ure sleeping...

if only they knew that that's why mom and bhabhi want them out of the house...they'd probably stop doing tht stunt!!! foolish...cute lil lizards :)
Posted by Mystique Wanderer at 9:10 AM 22 comments

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I grew this garden

just to get a visit from her

My window garden

Marias garden

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She steals the ripened fruit off my tree

Love slowly withers on the vine

Jasmine's in bloom

I know that you will soon be gone

The only woman I know

To hurt me so

And the flowers will grow

In my garden

She left her lipstick and her stale perfume

I left a note upon the wall

(it said) Be sure of what you've got

Cause girl you're not

The only woman I know To hurt me so

And other flowers will grow

In my garden

You're not the only woman I know

To hurt me so

And other flowers will grow

In my garden

In my garden

In my garden the wild magnolia grows

And there's a rose in the window

Where a lover's heart is snared on a jealous thorn

With the change of the seasons

I let you slip from my hand, now I know

Love is pain

Pain is truth

And the truth is it's over and done

The only woman I know To hurt me so

And other flowers will grow

In my garden

In my garden

In my garden

In my garden

flowers and trees from India

CIELOs Contest with a difference

This evening while I was squatting in my garden removing unwanted greenery and ruining another pair of slacks, all of a sudden a poem from Edmund Spenser, called “The Faerie Queene”, popped into my mind: "All that in this delightful garden grows, should happy be and have immortal bliss”. Then something occurred to me... Why not share some of that immortal bliss with each and every one who visits The House in the Roses?
From the humblest window box to the finest parterre, each garden has its own distinct character--a verdant reflection of the person who created it. So here's what I'm thinking.... Let's celebrate the first day of summer with a party--a garden party!From the oldest to the youngest...

to enter visit here

my garden

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Jim said...
Benny my mother in law will hate u for this

I had a window garden

she got rid of it

bcoz she had to water the pots when I had no time
June 13, 2008 3:12 PM
Jim said...
I am in

THANKS Cielo
June 13, 2008 3:13 PM

WELCOME

I just started this blog
bcoz the beautiful CIELO visited me