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

