She is a favorite grandmother of the tiny hamlet. The youth of the village are especially fond of her. She is liberal, permissive and celebrates a free spirit and heart. Youth flock to her pastures to learn the first games of sex. She has serviced both fathers and sons. She is a nymphomaniac never getting tired, always wanting more. She is doing great service to the nation as a skillful instructor.
Today was lackadaisical day. I was on the couch most of the day. I did some Bible Reading and was reading Joseph’s story to rise from ignominy to fame and recognition. After Joseph’s brothers sold him to the Egyptians he became an official in Potiphar’s household. Potiphar’s wife tried to seduce him but he did not relent. Potiphar’s wife said to her husband that Joseph tried to molest her and then he was put in prison. When the pharaoh had dreams that no one could interpret: Joseph was called to interpret the dreams. The dreams of the Pharaoh were like this: the Pharaoh saw seven stout bovine creatures and then seven famished ones. The stout ones ate up the lean ones. Similarly the Pharaoh saw 12 grains of stout wheat and 12 grains of famished ones. The famished ones gobbled up the fat ones. Joseph interpreted the dreams as thus: Master there will be seven years of plenty followed by seven years of scarcity. The pharaoh honored Joseph and appointed him as the one next to the pharaoh. Joseph is a wonderful story of penury, disrepute to success and victory. Who would not want to be a successful Joseph?
Jolly is woman an ordinary housewife who attained fame and notoriety as a serial killer. She is a black widow who came to the limelight as a serial killer. It was when her children died and were taken to hospital, doctors felt something fishy and did an autopsy. The results showed poisoning by cyanide. Then the earlier graves of her husband, in-laws were dug and the results showed symptoms of cyanide. The motive for murder is lust, adultery and desire to appropriate wealth. Strange are the ways of the human mind.
Nobodynothing and somebodysomething are twin selves of a struggling writer. Nobodynothing is an earth of reality, doing a menial job of teaching English to high school students. Somebodysomething aspires to be an established author who longs to travel to places, to smoke clove cigarettes, attend literary symposiums, visit art galleries to make love to the women in his life and many more. The self is an illusion stuck between nobodynothing and somebodysomething.
A joy of music—
Wet the earth
In a chorus
Of sweet whispers
Rhythms of Jazz—