Kittens And Wool Balls

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kittens and wool balls

winter is still way too far

let's play the summers

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Watermelon Diaries - Episode Three

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Previous Chapters

• Episode 1
• Episode 2

Story Ahead

It was a Sunday. Just another lazy Sunday. People on the streets were immersed in their newspapers, tea and pets, while I, another pet, was strutting on the 7th Avenue, alone (but that was what I preferred now, 'cause I couldn't afford to have a company at this hour. Nope, I wasn't going to share my loot, neither my watermelons).

Soon, I turned around the sideways, and the large metallic gates of Regional Bank of Hoofs and Paws smiled broadly at the sun, reflecting the excitement stored within me. I was excited, and nervous, and joyous, and afraid, all at the same time, a conglomeration of emotions burdened my thoughts, but I was determined to not let my resolve dissolve. And thus, I walked around the building, grey and red, and golden in rays, searching for a window, or a small gateway.

And my eyes lit up. There was an open window (how could the bank be so careless?)

I jumped towards the opposite wall, and then at the window. Wow. I was flying (and would soon fly out with money, hurray!). Watermelons started revolving around my eyes! Slurp!

The bank was dark. The lights were turned off. But who needed light. I smelt the floor, trying to identify the fragrance of fresh currency notes, and then followed the trail. I had to be careful though. No alarms should be turned off. Not that it mattered. No one could imagine a dog robbing a bank. Let alone accuse one.

Gradually, I reached a large door, the vault, the types I have seen in movies, with revolving handles, and pristine white in colour, as if painted in ivory. But, something wasn't right. I racked my tiny chihuahua brain, nodding from left to right, wagging my tail from north to south, thinking, jumping, thinking. What could be wrong.

And, woof, this was wrong.

The door was open. It wasn't locked, nor was it wide ajar, but it was open, a bit. As I peeped inside, my eyes walloped out in horror. There was no money.

There was not a penny to be robbed.

Woof ! Woof !

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Light Years

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Watermelon Diaries - Episode Two

Previous Chapters

1. Episode One

Story Ahead

I know it has been a long time coming, but I have been busy. Really busy. In thoughts, and cats, and mice, and the occasional dragonflies.

And of course watermelon.

I look at the painting on the wall, and the sunset beyond the window, and all I see is red and green. Juicy pulp flowing through my tongue. Slurp.

Woof ! Woof !

I wag my tail in excitement, running round and round, and hit a table, returning back to my senses immediately.

"Remember, there is no watermelon," I sound harsh to myself, and rude, and obnoxious.

And pathetically poor.

And that's when I device a plan. The plan. To earn money, lots of money, so much that I do not need to beg in front of my mistress with droopy eyes. I will be able to buy my own water melon, hundreds of them, or perhaps even more.

Yes, I was going to be rich.

I had decided finally. To. Rob. A. Bank. You heard that correct.

This Sunday.

The Sunday.

Woof! Woof!

Watermelon Diaries - Episode One

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Four mangoes. Two peaches. Six bananas. These were what I was supposed to buy. Nothing less, nothing more. But my eyes couldn't resist; my nose lured me too, and here I was, standing in front of the water-melon counter.

When I reached home, I was carrying two big water-melons in my shopping bag. Those were extra. Those were not in the list. Not needed. Unnecessary.

"Unnecessary," she repeated, and I obliged, my eyes lowered, her gaze fiery. She took a step forward, I edged back, hitting the wall, my eyes till counting the floor tiles.

"You are strange. I have never seen a dog so fond of watermelons."

She was right. Chihuahuas love fish. They adore pieces of meat. And they love several other delicacies. But watermelons?

"Err. They taste so juicy. Yuck," my brother had told me, before we parted.

My parents didn't approve either. I didn't approve them too. And that was why they abandoned me.

And was adopted. To play. To cuddle. To shop.

But not to shop watermelons.

And then the worst happened. "Tomorrow onwards, I will give you only the exact money. For four mangoes, two peaches, six bananas. No wastages on watermelons."

I cried, I yelped, but in vain. And then I realized, I need to make my own money.

But how?

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1. Episode Two

Window Sill

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She Saw The Lilies Fight

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she saw the lilies fight

in the darkness of the night

out in the garden

narrating their plight

they fought for soil

and the sun and moon

they fought for rain

even the next day and noon

they tore each other

uprooting the lives

piercing through the petals

their twigs sharp knives

"We cant live in peace

no more in harmony"

the lilies struck each other

accusing cheat and felony

"But why, what happened,

you were so good till now,"

she tried to reason

but the lilies stared and frowned

"We are lured by riches

and power and possession

we have learnt from humans

waging war across nations."

"What purpose have they solved

None, we know

And yet blinded by greed

to wars, they never say no"

"We aim to be superior

just like you humans

so don't stop us yet

we are befriending the demons."

she was struck by horror

watching the lilies fight

out in the garden

narrating their plight

they tore each other

uprooting the lives

piercing through the petals

their twigs sharp knives

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Name

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Moonlit

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draped in moonlit gown

you appear by my window

the lawn flowers blush

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Rat and I

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help me Lord

oh help help help

help me today

please help help help

'cause there is a rat

under the mat

wish I could have

a large brown cat

who would chase it down

and hunt it out

and free me from fears

and nervous bout

the clock ticks twelve

it's still in sight

the time now two

what if it bites

I close my eyes

and shudder in fright

is it on my pillow

squeaking this night

a rush here, a hustle there

I could't take it longer

turning on the lights

I headed to the ladder

picking up the broom

and a stick as well

I pledged to myself

to make it's life hell

banging the stick

I hurried to my room

the rat smiled, winked

zip zap zoom

teasing and tossing

it ran to the kitchen

disappearing out of sight

all of a sudden

I retired to my bed

but eluded by sleep

what if it returns

my mind haunting deep

I closed my eyes

breathing in and out

wait, did I hear it again

the rat's squeaking pout

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