It’s been a long time coming- we need a little Air fried Bacon & Eggs.
I was reminded of the Sepoy Mutiny by somebody who refused a slice of apple after chewing a few leaves. It appeared to be a Mulberry bush. But something tells me it wasn’t quite so. Appearances are deceptive for Birds of Paradise. We were distracted with big thick Hibiscus, Petunias and Begonias all over the place.
I was informed that Mini Coopers are also simply fashion accessories now. What can we do when there’s only One grey cell left. Candles also don’t work at times. We need a whole bunch of bulbs and tube lights.
How does this work?
Quite simply, it doesn’t work. We call it Gardening leave of a different order from a different kind of species.
Special Armed Forces were called in to replace that one grey cell with multiple colourful ones. Yet there were some chains that needed to be sorted out and replaced with other ones.
Hello, you called me a kelo or a cello? What does that mean, my dear?
Koala bears are hugging all kinds of trees nowadays. And yet, it doesn’t work. Bamboo shafts need to be cut. There’s only one or two which is up to the task. And this requires more than a few thousand eagle eyed flask. (Shouldn’t that be in plural)?
Honey Dew Melon Bacon & Eggs
Are we talking about striped ones by any chance?
No. There was no such suggestion. We didn’t even touch the cheese rack.
I just saw a whole bunch of green stuff. That put off somebody so fast that we didn’t even catch the tailwinds. Can we disguise the green with the olives?
Hmmm….interesting suggestion. Might fool a few but then depends on the terrain.
Have you heard somebody try a really bad accent on you? So bad that it didn’t make you mad or sad.
You were simply trying to figure out- do you need a vaccination? And by the time you had the answer the other person was already thinking of differential calculus instead of bracketed shelves.
This is very confusing. All we wanted was to buy a few fruits and vegetables. And it became an exercise in political alliance.
How about some nuts and seeds as well? And then there was a suggestion of more proteins. In the end, we said, let it be. In fact, we sang it several times in harmony.
And you were thrown into the gas chambers for eating bacon & eggs! Why?
You need a tour to the Chamber of Commerce. Tickets will be provided from the heavens. (She needs a ticket to ride).
I understood the mistake. It was off-peak and I peaked. That was supposed to be another e not an a. But are the same for some.
Spelling mistakes in between are usually ok. Nobody is reading this anyways.
Song and Dance for Bacon & Eggs
Don’t you get it that they don’t get it. Whether it was broken into oleic acid for cosmetics or not- it doesn’t matter anymore. How about lanoleic acid? A mufa, a pufa….and we all fall down.
Did someone just crack a very rotten egg somewhere in the house?
Nope. It was very good egg. Seven of them in fact. And cooked very well with no salt. A bit of pepper only.
Why no salt?
You want your bacon or not?
A whole plate of it went to the grandmaster. I was told- there’s no competition there. Alas, frog in a well syndrome is not my domain alone.
We have enough and more croaking all the way. What if I say there’s music in the sound of the waves? I liked them- they made me read a couple of more pages about a writer who dealt with gentle irony.
(Was it too subtle? Deep theatrical sighs are reserved for the forests. There are drama kings and queens galore. Have fun).
It’s funny as a reminder all over the house. Perhaps a monogram is better than a telegram these days. A little- tiny little monogram with invisible ink. How about that instead of a tattoo?
Apple Pies for Bacon & Eggs
How about no pies? How about undercooked cheesecake crusts instead? Does it matter end of the day? Your rolling pin is no good when it gathers only spades of Kate Moss.
You have a problem with dental floss. I have a problem with everyone looking cross.
Whoever is writing this has clearly lost his/her marbles. We had a discussion about this in Mount Abu. But there was some disagreement over that detail as well. In the end, we all fell down.
Why Bacon? How about Ham? Why not just cheese? Why not just fruits?
I mean, there are so many questions which are possible branches from that little seed of doubt. And yet, you did not ask them?
This kind of non-argumentative gene is becoming an endemic problem. Special parasites need to be found in orchid gardens.
How about looking around under the seabed?
Do we have eggs there? How about a pack of cards, while we find out more about eggs. We need to sleep and not delve too much into the tannin in the dregs.
Monk’s Reprisal of Bacon & Eggs
Did someone ask for Monkfish?
This is the height of aholish behaviour. You mean holy behaviour or aholi or aioli? I swear there’s no more garlic in the house. And there’s no more butter too.
When you have had such a juicy and perfect bite of Oxtail Empanadas, why would you then crave for Bacon & Eggs? Is there no end to gluttony.
And then there were two wonderful slices of pizza. You ate the Classic slice and the Grandma’s Pie Slice. In fact- you drank them first. Sniffed and then devoured- I would say, you definitely ate them.
Are you sure?
Some Law & Order fans were witnesses there. You can’t deny this. He called you a freeloader.
Now what do we do.
Mary Jane for Bacon & Eggs
Did you just call me Plain Jane?
Nope- we said Mary Jane…different from Meri Jaan or Anjaan.
Didn’t we tell you to stay clear from the cheesecake. You had to be ultra smart and try the light ricotta cheesecake. Big mistake.
Three good strikes out of four is not bad. (So conveniently missed out the 5th bad coffee. Trying to pretend to be a good girl again).
Here’s raising a Honey Camomile Vanilla Tea to your hot cider or cup of cocoa with marshmallows. It was not needed. It wasn’t even wanted. And yet, it grew wild and free. Till someone decided to share it with others. And then we had a war. With some paint and some pain all over town.
We will call it a comic genius. But then who cares about fun when there’s a bit of hard work to be done under the sun. If there’s a chance to make it good, I would. But sometimes, it’s not in your hands. So, you call in the ones who can perhaps do the ask.
I said simply, we should eat something first before we sit down to discuss matters of more significance. Perhaps, there’s no need to discuss anything further.
In which case, there is a possibility to pull a fast one on others who are in need of a few more droplets of salt water.
Friendly Ghostly reminders for Bacon & Eggs
There is no need for reminders for those who are trained to be machines.
Perhaps just a little oil works for some. A bit of sunshine, wind, water or fire. I am not given to lyrics or prose about mundane things. Yet they are needed at times for R.E.M to peek out of the shadows for others.
There’s no legacy when you are trying to stave off simple lunacy.
It’s a tortoiseshell comb (he said she said). And you just cried foul- plagiarism at its worst.
Have you been bullied and bruised by the ones you trusted. Welcome to the Fight Club. My wound is bigger than yours. Wow! Is that all you got? I will show you a million more unfortunate than you.
What difference do you make?
Little breadcrumbs may lead the trail to the edge of the forest or the cliff. What if it’s just a dirty sea beach.
Doesn’t matter any which ways. You and I will be gone long before we had the chance to have that dance. I was told the kids are in the mood for love and not hatred. Did I just misread the signs of the clenched fists and the gritted teeth?
It’s possible.
But then who was sitting in the armchair and waxing/waning with a soliloquy worth a thousand sighs? Simple mimicry at its worst. An admission to say, I wasn’t there first. I just heard the stories, and I read some of them.
A few others I concocted to help a brother or a sister. Some of them helped me too.
Who paid for the Bacon & Eggs
This is the question I don’t know much about. I ate it. So I paid for some part of it.
Does that make sense?
There was a whole lot of fat that was left over and we didn’t know what to do with it.
Why?
That’s the million-dollar question.
We have the Rule of Five. Decision is left to the one who knows what it means. It means a bagful of crap. I will have more than one bag. That’s the worry for many. I may go and find other ways to take care of this worry. Somebody wants me to hurry and somebody else wants me to try putting this in a slurry. It’s all getting a bit blurry.
How come, the camera gives out a few purple dots.
Do you remember the polka dotted frock with pink primroses embroidered?
Wow! This is getting really insane.
Important Interlude for Exchanges
What if I say, I do. And yet you cannot remember what Keira Knightley wore yesterday.
I showed you that video clip a thousand times and yet you refused to understand.
Anybody can just wear a wig. And that somehow makes them important in certain places and spaces. Do you doubt the power of the sitting and standing members of this room?
Didn’t anybody explain that you can do it too?
Do what? Ignore and just do your thing.
What’s my thing? Your thing is to get the job done.
Which job? Whatever you wish in life.
What if, there’s no wish as of now? Then, you let the others win. They were successful in killing your wishes and dreams.
A sea of poppies is better than a sea of anemones.
Bacon & Eggs at last
Why make a mountain out of a molehill. We asked this to the seagull. And he just squawked away and went to find another plate of fish & chips.
So, end of the day, everyone tried to bring up no one. I tried to say, check my middle singer. It’s currently jobless. And nobody gives a damn.
We have new ways to make it clear, that there was no need for anything anyways. But we needed a foolproof way to put the writing in bigger font size, different colors and different forms of communication.
So here’s the story once again. Somebody asked for another plate of Bacon & Eggs, please.
You take the bacon, I take the eggs. The others get the cheese. And someone munched on the fruits to please. Finally, there was a call for coffee or water. And then, there was a simple little tune to say, God bless you.
We could have said this in a simple emoticon. The toast with butter was perfect. 🙂
Thank you.
Footnote
I read many books on compassion, and I saw each of them was a storytelling technique which was enabled through the chapter headings. Here’s the signboard for those who didn’t get it the first time.
Melting Lemon Drop 17. 08. 2025One Swallow doesn’t a Summer Make
I saw plenty but you suspected and did a double take
My ways of everything may be to you something fake
Does it mean that a challenge makes it super awake?
The Diplomatic answer– Maybe.
