shefali
shefali is amazing. she massages my shoulder blades and delivers unbelievable philosophical statements. and she makes sense. the best one was when i called her to come and apply some pain relieving lotion on my back. she took my call and answered: shefail’s not at home, madam. that was an indication of her fatigue. a court jester in the truest sense, our shefali says the best things possible. the highlight of today’s conversation focused on two things:
shefali questioned why the poor people were scared of their “monib”s.
and,
shefali declared that the only difference between the rich and the poor was that one had money and the other didn’t. so bloody what? that’s our shefali.
fearless, jolly, and comfoting.
i wonder if courage disappears with cash; if laughter dies with riches, and if assets carry ‘discomfort’, the disappointingly eager passenger on its compartment while riding back home.
shefali questioned why the poor people were scared of their “monib”s.
and,
shefali declared that the only difference between the rich and the poor was that one had money and the other didn’t. so bloody what? that’s our shefali.
fearless, jolly, and comfoting.
i wonder if courage disappears with cash; if laughter dies with riches, and if assets carry ‘discomfort’, the disappointingly eager passenger on its compartment while riding back home.
