That which sits on top of my torso (No silly. Not my hair), has withstood onslaughts of many such mind numbing trips. But such onslaughts amount to nothing in comparison to what now scowls yours truly. What now thwarts is past anything you and I may harbor in our minds for days & months. This, my pals of blog world, is not a rap combat, with you and I pouring out lists of rhyming words from an Oxford Dictionary or a Collins Dictionary to string random lyrics thus coining impromptu hiphop songs, just so that you and I could top billboard charts. But this is a stinking and an ungodly combat with a ridiculous axiom, that warrants that I gab my way out of writing a full paragraph, with words that don’t own that symbol which follows “D” in our common syllabary. A call to chip in and log my contribution into this trifling combat did swoop through my mailbox an hour ago. And I unwittingly & coyly did drag my brain out of a short catnap it was taking, only to scratch this, which, as I look back now, obviously is turning out into an artful rot. So I must stop now. What do you think? A sour and a corrupt scrawl? Or Can you spot a mystic word whiz at work?
That was the allergic to “E” challenge.
Thank you Aadhira for nominating me. I am not sure if I am going to nominate anyone else.
So, feel free to visit Aadhira’s blog post related to the challenge above so that you can have some fun as well.