She touched me

The story of usual reckless me L

I have been teaching and suggesting corrective actions & preventive action for some time now as part of my job. Many of you may (not) notice that I am posting blogs every Wednesday in IL. So you may ask what that has to do with corrective action. Let me explain:

A corrective action is made of any deviation or when an improvement required on the regular practice (process or procedure). 25th Jan, I totally forgot it was a Wednesday as I was in (working L ?? ) vacation & couple of domestic responsibility added which I never bore earlier. Now, you would have realized I am very good in giving excuses.

I planned a corrective action not to skip any Wednesday blogs, i.e make 4 posts ready by last week of each month, the bottom line is at least three before first of that month. (The stupid me within me said please don’t keep boring us by your usual train bluffs; “Okay... Okay…” I pledged him and also informed that I am planning to try some stories too. He vanished after a sarcastic “பாவம்டா ILல இருக்கிறவங்க” This guy is the one I hate most when he speaks to me)

The probability of Feb having a day 5 times is once in 4 years; And even my QG skills failed to fetch the probability of Feb having 5 Wednesdays. In simple, I didn’t realize prior yesterday that I have to post a 5th blog this month and this is when I was reading one of my IL friend’s impression on me “a young man has no discipline in his life” in his imagination. (“ஒருதங்க imaginationல கூட நீ no disciple தான்டா. எவ்ளோ உண்மை!!!” the stupid guy again)

Now what? இப்போ என்ன பண்ண? இவ்ளோ பேசுனதுக்கு அப்புறம் சமாளிச்சுதானே ஆகனும்! சமாளிக்கிறேன்... சமாளிக்கிறேன்...


So, today I am gonna post one from my archive, my most favourite small write-up, as I determined my better possible output to IL always (“நல்லா பேசி சமாளிக்கிற, வாய் இல்லனா உன்னை நாய்கூட மதிக்காது”)

Here it is,

One evening,​

I was longing to see her, and drove out​

As I saw her, sat facing her​

Guess, she wished to touch me – As​

Ever since I sat,​

She was stretching her hand towards me​

Don’t know why she drew back each time​

After a while,​

may be after an hour of​

feeling her fragrance and speaking sans words​

I stood and turn to leave – it was then​

She touched me​

I looked down on my wet feet​

Yea, Sea touched me J​

~Jan ‘2011

 

viswa,

just a quick note. i understood your blog in right sense & this i wrote much in a lighter sense.

you needless to appologise!

thanks for your fb

p.s. i am still due to reply properly to your blog, will do once i found enough time.

 

Thanks upfsabari for the comment.

 

Thanks for the detailed feedback mums.