No one would ask any questions about a lonely old man who kept to himself. It was clear that he was spoiled, such a rarity in this climate that someone who by all rights should have been mocked was respected overtly but whispered about in secret. From early on, there’s a clear sense of who might have a shot at IIT and moving out of the three-generation flat and who might regress even further and end up as a night watchman at a masjid. A plant needing full sun may do well even if it is shaded for a few hours in the late afternoon, but a shade-loving plant might burn if it receives a few hours of sun during the afternoon. Pete walked out on the patio and stood leaning on the wooden railing, watching the sky full of stars above, and lights moving across the Pacific Ocean below. And in the middle of it all I stood there, unchanged. Thirst implies a desire to imbibe an experience into you, never satisfied, always swinging from apex to nadir of longing in the wobbling carousal car of samsara.
Porosity implies some of those same experiences passing through you, not something that you covet to possess but a happening of which you are part, a seamless integration, a fluid dynamic in counterpoint to expectation. It didn’t soak through when we set it on wet pavement, and it also shed water in a passing squall. Plastics are now in the food we eat, the water we drink and the air we breathe – in fact, every week we ingest an entire credit card worth of plastic in the form of microplastics that are only 5 millimeter long. They can be used for earth burial and for use in water. The best suitcases to use for travel are light weight, hard case, double sided suitcases. The best straw basket with shoulder strap, an iconic model with its long double handles. In short, while hyphenated, I was a rangy dervish they could not bring down, much as they’d try to corral me in the yard, clutching at my suspenders or piling on top of me, screwing on my head and double teaming me, calling me the names of American pop stars and movie stars, but never managing to rub my nose in the dust.
This little excursion into the fantastic paradise of school days was good enough for a moottai, or huge sack (not to be confused with mottai or bald head) of laughs and brags before the rural kids were steamrolled into centuries of familial destiny, no matter what paint to use on straw bag the politicians stumped on about the caste system being dead. Tin plate – Most was packed in flat timber boxes, the size of the box was determined by the size of the plates being shipped but prior to the 1970s most containers were capable of being man handled, so boxes about two feet long by eighteen inches wide and four inches thick would be about right I believe. Whedon has even allowed that there’s the slim possibility of another movie if this DVD sells well, saying, “It’s probably not being discussed in board rooms right now, but the fact of the matter is, if it makes enough money, sooner or later they say, ‘Hey this is money!'” For those unfamiliar with the world of Serenity, Whedon’s space opera still works beautifully as a stand-alone film, a wickedly wrought homage to classic sci-fi, Indiana Jones-style serial adventures, and shoot-’em-up Western pictures. I know you mean well, but I think if there’s anything left of her she would want as few people as possible to see her.
All that’s left is to add your branding to one of our two available colors: Light gray or navy. Gordon-Levitt (Mysterious Skin, Brick) plays Chris Pratt, once the hockey-star golden boy of his small Kansas town, now the brain-damaged survivor of a car accident that killed two of his closest friends. Mineral mind I had, sweating in knee socks and green shorts held up with suspenders, a transfer student in the 1980’s at the MAK Convent, a vaguely Catholic school in Madras, where I would go swinging a tiffin-carrier with my sister, walking the two miles to school from my grandparent’s flat where we slept four to a bed, when a straw mat on the roof wouldn’t do. I was a third-grader flailing in trying to assimilate to the American school system when I was suddenly uprooted, made to take classes in Tamil in a dusty, ramshackle schoolhouse where corporeal punishment was meted out as a ruler to the knuckles or a grain-sheaf to the backside, and where we sang “Tamil Thaai Vaazhthu” (Praise for Mother Tamil) and Jana Gana Mana both before classes began and where we learned by rote, multiplication columns enumerated in a journal, laborious entries about Indian independence to copy out in English and Tamil, and under the watchful eye of stern nuns in saris, exercised in the yard by grappling and playing cricket with a discarded desk leg.