The local neighborhood supermarket was running a promotion for glow - 'a skin care product which comes in a state of the art capsule'(sic). I'm visualizing an intelligent capsule with avionic and guidance capability which activates on touch, flies out of its aluminum pod, homes in on the victims mouth, hovers around until the victim opens her mouth, fires mini booster rockets to get that extra acceleration to gain corporeal access, uses ultrasonics to navigate to the victims abdomen and explodes itself in a blaze of techno-glory.
The chicks in tight pink skinnys, the gender discrimination - Many are the issues i can expound on this topic. But let me just bring to your attention some secondary meanings for the word 'glow'.
1. A sensation of physical warmth. 2. A warm feeling, as of pleasure or well-being.
Now, let me pose the question, 'Is it mere coincidence that glow rhymes with blow?' I leave you, and your minds to it then.
There are these two ducks;a duck and a drake to be exact, who've taken to laying eggs in our garden. <aside> note my truly domesticated and married state evident in the acknowledgment of joint ownership in the use of the word our</aside> And i'm sure its only the duck who engages in the act of laying, though the drake undoubtedly has some responsibility in the matter. They belong to our neighbours; yes, it's despicable that we can assign ownership to living creatures. It is a cruel world that sees fit to murder ducks and litter decapitated duck head on unsuspecting neighbours lawns; yes, it did happen. Probably a relative of the stars of this post. Moving on...
We suspect that the poor ducksters lay their eggs on our side of the fence because they've figured out that the fairy god mother did not take away their precious eggs to protect and nurture the young ducklings. Oh no no... They were stolen. And eaten! Horrors...
Then there is Mala. Mala is illiterate. Has three kids. A husband currently without a job. She makes a meager living out of menial work. Her whole existence is devoted to feeding her family. She hasn't the luxury of having higher aspirations; she has a family to keep alive. Sometimes her menial work does not bring in enough. Then she falls back on handouts. She's well informed about any event organised to help the needy. She comes back empty handed as many times as she comes back with a coconut, a kilo of rice, or some grams of dhal. Mala does some of our garden work; sometimes.
Mala is thrilled with the eggs. One egg is not enough to feed her family. She waits until the duck lays two eggs. That day is a happy day for Mala.
The duck doesn't lay any more. It just sits there. The drake wobbles about her. I see them in the mornings. I'm told that Mala continues to look for eggs.
