Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Flying Invites.


Invites strewn across the house, heaps of cards on the table, cards stacked high on chairs, cushions n rugs jostle for space, the fragrance of new paper, arms aching with all the writing, strained eyes, the cuss-words that escaped at the small typo-errors, much opining from all concerned, the stuffing into envelopes. Oh, much awaited peace after completion. And then the sudden realization that now the mad rush starts - the mad rush of visiting relatives. Another day, Another day gone.