Sunday, 13 March 2011

Pan Waltz


She was spooned out of her comfort zone and thrown on to the steaming hot dance floor.

She sputtered and stuttered and sizzled on her feet. And then the broad shouldered yeast lord slithered in.

Together, they swooned and pirouetted in perfect circles.

Complicated footwork followed suit.

He dragged along, but she was light, light, light.


I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.


Posted by at 3/13/2011 10:08:00 am
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5 comments:

  1. Kristofor Paul Mendonca13 March 2011 at 23:21

    ok - you write brilliant. so i will stop saying that.

    but the more important point being - you didnt take me dancing!! :(

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  2. Karishma Shetty13 March 2011 at 23:44

    Whaaaaaaaa!! You're the jiving guru, and you're complaining?
    I should be the one throwing tantrums here! :X:X

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  3. Mumbai Matinee14 March 2011 at 20:08

    Only Margarine
    Very well written

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  4. Karishma Shetty14 March 2011 at 22:53

    Thank you!

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  5. Pooja Shanbhag15 March 2011 at 18:21

    Very nice!!!

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