I love to sit in a chair and reminisce on the past. Memories always give me a warm touch to my soul. Here I am sitting in front of my computer, thinking of a topic to type for my blog post. I remember my childhood days now.


When I was a little kid, my aunt narrated the Cinderella fairy tale to me. I loved listening to fairy tales. Which kid would not? She also told me many other stories. She was my favorite aunt. All my cousins loved her so much. In one of the stories, she talked about the "Flying Cat". Now I am not a child anymore and I do not get an opportunity to sit and listen to fairy tales. I have neither seen a flying cat all my life. But just now as I type this line, the fairy tale incident came true in my life. I saw a "Flying cat" for the first time in my life.

Well, The cat was sitting on the window in the 24th floor. It was a brown cat. I did not have time to check the cat's gender. The cat was sleeping. Unfortunately for the cat, I was sitting near the same window. My hand did the trick. The cat flew. I looked around. No body saw that. So I am continuing with this post. I have seen human beings flying around in science fiction movies. But in reality, I have never seen a human being fly. Hopefully I will see a human being fly too.
Now I am happy that I could at least write about one incident in this post. I always type my post without a clue on what the paragraph would eventually look like. The flow always carry me along with it. When I was 6 years old, I never had any inhibitions. I would wear a frock and run around the house, climb trees and even chase hens in the neighbour's farm ( When I say Farm, I am talking about the real Farm and not the fake farmville which attracts people with IQ less than 20). But One day, I climbed a Neem tree wearing a frock. A wood pecker lived in the trunk of the tree. I am not going to explain the history of the incident. That was the last time I wore a frock. Now I wish I could still wear a frock and walk around freely.

I am sleepy now. So should I end this post here? I feel that I have not done justice by just talking about two incidents in this post. I guess I will get some ideas from my cup board.So let me write about one more incident before I end this post. (Chriz opens his cup board and closes it immediately and resumes typing this post)
Let me tell you, What I saw inside the cupboard. I saw a boy Lizard making Love to a Girl Lizard. Being a guy who respects True Love, I did not want to disturb them. I did not place a hidden camera inside the cupboard too. If only Lenin Karuppan had been as Noble as me, Nithyananda would have never been on Youtube.

( This type of writing is called as Real Time writing. It was just invented by me)


-Chronicwriter