A pottie year
Today is a special day. 3 potties turned 1.
By that I mean we turned a year old. Of course, somewhere along that year, 3 potties also turned into, just, one pottie.
3 potties - the result of a drunken late-night orgy of thoughts and feelings, of desires and dreams, the plain stupidity and tomfoolery. Aptly named too. And it turns one today and I can’t help feeling nostalgic. The good old times when expression wore a new cloak. The excitement of it all!
3 potties has been a place to get away to. A place where you can run up to and shout out loud or sit with your head on your knees and whisper. Ripples of thought resonating with yours. Strands of feelings caressing you. Strange emotions given wings. If this is the only way I can touch you, so be it.
It’s time to thank the audience. It’s been a fun first year – thank you.
To the other potties – wherever you are and whatever you are doing – just remember this: you were a pottie once, and a pottie you’ll always be.
Iyer
6 comments:
You can take away me from the pottie but you cannot take the pottie away from me
Three of us set out to reach out to life in our ways
little did we know we had different lives to begin with.
and a meddler to end with.
but a meddler is just an itch in the afternoon, there is alwez the evening to look forward to.
Iyer
I can always depend on 3potties for original entertainmen with all the juicy gossip, and the refreshing poetry and prose. Your posts have always been fun, although lately the engine seems to be slowing down..keep it running..
*cough* jas did sum1 steal ur accnt for propaganda??... but ya lifes slowed down i think...lesser creative juices everywhere... i propose a dinner... so tht we can get away from everything and catch up on stuff...
Happy Birthday!!
dexter dude, i owe u lotza money, can i splurge that on dinner?
Iyer
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