MONDAY, JULY 30, 2007 Occasionally,often at the end of a long time gap, with a twinkling sound, three or four drops of fresh water come down then, rush of a cool water stream along my fines, the soft kissing vibration over the spine, You cant imagine...so precious moments are they... moments,just before the freshness mingles with the old, i swim in circles in merry merry mood. at every drop, a wild crazy dance, i try to capture a live life... You dont know, its a sticky field, four glass walls, one dead conch, few coloured stones, three plastic plants, frozen food stuff, old foul water two feet high, This is a forgotten world, always the smell of decay fills my nostrils, They call me THE COI FISH, that i came from the Yellow river of China, to bring fortune to their home, And so, i am a coi fish somebody has put inside for some body's fancy. ( posted by nsarmila at 2: 27 AM , 0 comments)