Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Slice of Life


A Love Between a Mother and Her Daughter


Tanita and me are seated at two computers within 10 steps of each other in my living room. I am playing Merriam Webster Scrabble Online and she Skypes me with this IM...

 

2 comments:

ajay said...

Ha ! HA! Good piece , Minoo!

Anonymous said...

Yours is better;mine hates forwards.
She mercilessly says 'Stop Spamming".

PS:I want to share Kara's poem here

WHEN IN LONDON, I DID NOT MIND THE GAPS—

Threw caution to the wind, drew yellow lines

with the scuffed soles of ballerina flats.

Only saw rain—when they said it’d be fine.

If the arrow pointed left, I looked right

Wanted badly to get lost in Harrod’s—

And couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried.

(I feigned to forget English—I swear it.)

But misreading the signs was not enough.

I saw your smile in the puddles, your kiss

was in the brown ale—those cards never bluff.

You were why I had left and what I missed.

You were that city—that corner—that street,

in which to forget we ever did meet

A/A/A/A