Rain why don’t you come and play,
With the children who want to play with you?
They are dying to make paper boats ,
And make them sail in the puddles of water!
And go splish – splash in the puddles of muddy water!
For the sun makes us tired and long for you more!
So cover the sun and come play with us ….
And don’t make us face the wrath of the sun….!
Every Christmas my eye lingers………..
over the thousands of french windows… of other residential buildings only to see that a little candle in every window, and of course fairy lights twinkling, wreaths on every door I see , at every doorstep I can hear laughter, oh all the gifts ….. under the Christmas tree, families after families eating; rejoicing, singing Christmas carols; and opening presents ……., only if there were enough people who had great hearts for all even the poor , and try to bring the burning little light of……. a little candle ……. in every window!
I would love to name more but you might just get board with it so :
Now let me see….
Do you still wonder why I have named my blog ‘Dog and Butterfly’?
Mother you are like the sun and I am like a squiggling worm,
Hoping for some sunshine in the cold and muddy earth,
When suddenly the sun shines on me I see you !
A little while back I was feeling creative. So I made my mother an afternoon snack.
Here’s how I went about it:
Ingredients:
– Two square cheese cubes (Britannia Milk Man)
– Oregano seasoning (left overs from my Papa John’s Pizza dinner!!)
– Red chili flakes (left overs from my Papa John’s Pizza dinner!!)
Method:
Trust me, it works like magic!
Last night when I had nothing to do I started feeling really blue .
What if in the morning I see all my friends have turned into frogs in school?
What if my school bag turns into a jar of jam?
What if my mother turns into a house fly?
What if my house turns into a monster that gobbles up people?
What if my pet dog becomes a prince from a far away land?
What if I have a pen that writes on its own?
What if all these come true?
What if they don’t?
Once there was a dog called Veggie.
He loved eating beans.
His owner was a farmer’s son who’s name was Eric.
The farmer grew beans and sold them in the market.
One day, Eric saw Veggie lying flat on his back with a big belly, he asked his dog what mischief he had done.
The dog barked at him.
Eric looked around the garden shed only to find all the bags of beans empty.
He was very angry and so he sold him off at the market.
My friends in class have just spun a new song around me. It goes like this:
Oh, Sanjana Bhai!
Tera Bheja hai fry, tu piti hai lassi aur chai!
Oh, Sanjana Bhai!
Should I feel happy or should I feel sad?
I choose the first. After all, how many 9-year olds can boast of a song to their name?
Dog and Butterfly 