Saturday, July 01, 2006

Today...

... I found the perfect half-a-blade of grass. It was about half-an-inch long, green and smooth. I held it in my fingers and looked at it closely trying to imagine how best to enjoy it. Sitting on a grassy field, swinging tress, silence and a cool breeze.

Then I ate it.

It was tasteless, cold and completel placid. When I finally spat it out, I felt happy.

PS:
1. This was during a transcreativity theatre workshop we were having in the MICA field.
2. Yes I know Iam weird.
3. But I bet you'd never find a better piece of a half-a-blade of grass.