Just Salsa

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just jalsa

This is my 3^rd novella in the unmaking.

The first one was really principled.BUT I drowned it in the bay of andipatty during my short semester tours in search of the MISSING KINK.

Thw 2^nd novella was a course on the river CHENAB.I started child-like pebbling on the CHENAB and so intoxicated was I that I took my 2^nd novella,gave it to the local movers-n-packers,smuggled it into an OLD CASK flask and set it sail on the one and only CHENAB.

You laughing—but have ya seen the CHENAB do the foxy figure 8.

You laughing-but have ya seen the CHENAB steal the glaciers of its cake and icing.

And now my 3^rd novella JUST SALSA,JUST JALSA.

She-centric novella,this is.

First time I am thinking like how a girl does it and can do it.

Really quite difficult the way a girl does it.

You really feeling like a lay person.

NOW,i know why they call 'em LAYDEES. 

Now I can understand the mystery and the hystery of rigidity and fridgidity.

A girl can be sexy,voluptuous,configured and yet still a rigidiot and a frigidiot.

Most girls on blogland who use the F word and S word belong in this braket.[..i have now discovered…the more gals use the F WORD,the more they are R & F...]

THAT is,they are good at words,they can spin words but action time,they lock themselves in a SCOUT knot.

But this is SHE-CENTRIC novella.

I am going thro the motions and emotions of a girl.

I try to blush and act coy.

I try to hold my skirt together when the wind flexes its muscle.

When I bend down I am careful….i have now perfected the art.

And then came SALSA.

I met her on the threshing floor,off the panchayat roads.

As the wind began to pump air into the arid land,SALSA tossed her hair and began her story………a story begging to be told..

She had never blogged in all her life.

She had never self-published her books.

Therefore she was neither rigid nor frigid.

She drew her inspiration from the imperial CHOLAS and the PALALVAS.

To a certain extent she admired the PANDYAS,but the CHERAS she detested.     

She spent hours and hours on the valour of KARIKALA CHOLA—he who tamed the CAUVERY.

Was there a missing link in the evolution of the tamil country……….…she kept wondering,as she tucked a pendant into her cleavage.

The pendant was stuck up between the left and right... still undecided...BUT i had already decided.

Her thoughts raced.

The imperial grandeur of the CHOLAS and the squalor of the tamil nation,now.

Some kind of disconnect…a missing KINKY LINK.

She sat with me on the CAUVERY sandunes and plotted the CHOLA conqests…up,up,up to the HINDI GANGES….

You some kind of anthropologist…….i muttered.

She pulled out her pendant and I was battling between two worlds—

CHOLA NAATU ARASI …it was etched in BRONZE on her pendant.

I stood frozen.

CHOLA NAATU ARASI……what manner of woman is this???.

novella in the making and unmaking

[next...when SALSA was born in a salsa..]