Day 132-139: Matrimonial

One of my friends was forced to sign up for a matrimonial website by her concerned parents. This is one of many professions of "love"/oddity she has received. This has not been edited in any way. The world is full of winners:

"Please, schedule time to talk with me. I want to talk about family, love, relationship and trust and many more. Loving is never waste of time. so, Prepare to chat through webcam. we can understand each other well. We all waste our time by finding right, instead of Creating right person. Husband and wife relationship is like 1000 years of crops. please pour the water timely to nurture it. I plan to visit usa in January 2011. Visa processing is ongoing through MNC. Company ready to support provide H-1B section. But iam demanding for L-1 section(for clearly immigration and naturalization in future to attain green card). Iam keenly to settledown in usa after the marriage. so, please take timely decision with true love. My mom and 4 sister everybody want to see my marriage as soon as possible. But i Promise them that there is time for everything.

Yours Lovingly,
(mr gentleman)"

Day 129-131: Butterflies

Pretty picture hanging on the wall of my thoughts;

Nose pressed to the glass, breathing streams of fog

Onto the pitchers of lemonade, not a lemon in sight.

Tumbling into the speeding frame, tucking in my arms just in time.

How curious this place;

My familiar sweater hanging in a shop window.

Waiting for me to try it on at last;

Haven't we met before, old friend?

And those awful butterflies, those raging flutterbyes

The ones flapping their wings in a battlefield within,

They've mysteriously been tucked into bed,

Vanquished to a quiet place by sparkling armor clad calm.

Out of the din into the open hush,

Following the voices of friends on the wind,

Words of comfort drifting and reflecting

On the water, tumbling like pebbles bottled in my mind.

Crisp fall breeze shooting between tall maples;

Soft dirt below foot, quieting my steps;

Path winding ahead, as far as I can see.

My hands searching for a map, eyes searching for signs.

Picking courage, like webs off the shrubs,

Clutching it tight in my pockets

Lest I be left alone, as I embark

On the first day of a dream realized.