Mind Meed Mrower (MWG)

The old village lady walking before me swayed to the side to give way to the Broom seller's cycle. She did not move totally away from the broom's loose ends. It touched her face and moved softly on her skin as she kept walking. She had dark skin and wore a red and blue sari. Her earrings had made a large hole, large enough for the Dreamworks piper boy to peacefully sit and blow his pipe before the remaining follows with which his maker makes the money.

i would grow weeds in my garden, and if there were the so called bad spirits, i would invite the worst or them, personally to have dinner with me. Who is so intelligent to know of Self fulfilling prophesy and all that stuff when he barely even knows what face he should present before the society. No one wants to be left alone and seen as a trouble maker. Why would anybody? But it is not that easy for all and be in their senses when the mantra around them is "you are supposed to be tough and tear the others' ear" before people start thinking you are a weakling. Anybody in his clarity knows there is no audience there that is worthy enough for anyone to waste his private self and act as a hero for. I would rather buy the lady a beautiful turquoise earring. And maybe something for her daughter and son too...

It could be their first instance of an understanding companionship and the sentimental Row(so called)dies would buy me a dinner or make one. Emotional rowdies is by no means an absurd juxtaposition, if you ask me, i am sure. Maybe one of them would lie weeping on my lap when they remember how when they were a child, their uncle and grandfather locked them into a room for taking a groundnut from a plate at the house they visited. "I was just a child. How am i to know the social status and symbols... Anyway wasn't the plate offered for us? You are a disgrace to the family. No more visits with us." A lot of middle class and well off families can also easily produce criminals out of desperation arising from the lack of dignity with which they treat their children.

So, it is the weeds, sure... Have a look at the yellow star thistle... and you will know what i mean.