Having a 'Bad Hair Day' with a 'Yaiyee'

Early Morning! Little Wench and Crazy Horse (known for their ridiculous fights and equally ridiculous cheeky behaviour in an attempt to ridicule it), pasting random nothings in their scrapbook together. 

While Wench’s scrapbook is a messy pile of leaves bound together (and each leaf of different type/shape, mind you!); Horse takes pleasure in calling his favourite plank he found at the shore as his scrapbook (Guys, I swear!)

Wench: So almost four years spent together, and we don’t have one (normal) picture in the entire scrapbook!

Horse: You know what? I just had an idea! Let’s try and look normal, click couple of pictures and get the best one on our scrapbooks.

Wench: YOU had an idea?

Horse: Should I just roll my eyes now, like you do? *makes a face*

Wench: Okay, Okay. Yes, yes, let’s do that!

An hour later…

                            

Wench: You don't even know how to smile!

Horse: Ya man, I know! Been working on it! But I've at least learnt how to stand, which apparently you still haven't!

Wench rolls her eyes

Wench: There, this is the picture you can paste. We look good! Almost normal.

Horse: No, hand me the other one.

Wench: No, this one is better. I swear!

Horse: No, I still want that one. The one where your hair is open. This one has you them tied up!

Wench: That is silly! What sort of difference does it make?

Horse: Well, for me, it does. Now, the one with open hair, please!

Little Wench: But they don’t look good in that one. *Makes a face* I am having a bad hair day.

Crazy Horse: Little Wench! It’s YOUR hair we’re talking about. There is never a good, or a bad hair day for them. They are always better, you see!

And so, the scrapbook pasting is still pending, however, the day is already begun! :)

MADNESS THAT COMES WITH OH-SO-SPLUTTERING RAINS

Jungle Bee: Hey, I like your status. Pretty solid.

Little Wench: I know.

Jungle Bee: Huh? Know what? That I like it? Or that it’s solid?

Little Wench: Means I know that you like my status. I knew that you’d like it even before you read it or I wrote it. Clarity of mind, you see!

Jungle Bee: Is this your normal or is this just because it’s raining today?

For the Wench, there is nothing as purifying as uncalled-for rains! No matter how much the city cribs and complains of the chaos on roads, annoying delays and complicated commuting, there is something about the rains that holds you- as if it cleanses away not just the dirt but all the complexities, baggage and insecurities that lies deep down within on whomsoever it pours.

The jungle bee hates it, but so what? She often argues how she can’t go out and lighten up the jungle with her shiny clothing, but to come to think of it, would you give away the intense aroma, the cigarette that you so badly want to smoke but can’t save from getting wet even under the canopy, the herd of shiny ants moving up the flyover only to realize those are cars, the maddening chaos, the splishy-splash of the puddle potion that gets on you every time a car passes you by… mixed with every waste/sewer/mud one can find on the otherwise hectic roads (Yes, that too!) and the rarest of rare smiles you exchange with all the strangers when caught in the act of I-don’t-have-to-be-adult-all-the-time in the showering rain…yes would you give away all of this to have one of your many air-conditioned, oh-so-normal day?