Masons, when they start upon a building, 
Are careful to test out the scaffolding; 

Make sure that planks won't slip at busy points, 
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints. 

And yet all this comes down when the job's done 
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone. 

So if, my dear, there sometimes seems to be 
Old bridges breaking between you and me 

Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.

Seamus Heaney
Hat tip: @anumsays


Z: When were you planning to tell me? SO MUCH JOY. Yay. =D Mubarakz, Doctor saab.

T: Dear God of all Heaven. I looked at the title of the email and then the first two lines you wrote. And my heart leapt to my throat. I thought I was getting married and didn't even know and that's what I was being congratulated for. Such disappoint, much sigh.


Me: Iss ko to daikho Zara. Always the tone of complete cosmological excision! (I didn't do anything, prediction is a godsend sometimes)

T: I googled it.

Z: I googled it too. So confused right now.

T: He said autocorrect wrote it for him. I wonder what he was really writing.

Z: Yeh raaz, raaz hi reh jaayega.

T: Doctor saab khushi se pagal ho ke ghayab hogaye.

Z: He's busy replying to fan mails. I just saw one.


Z: It's all about cosmological excision, T. :[

T: And we're not part of it. :[

Z: I think he is feeling shy.

T: We should let him bask in his newfound glory and place bets on how long (or short) it'll last. I say, give it 12 hours.

Z: I say 12.54

T: Done.

Me, 12 hours later: 12.54 has come and gone. I am a sad muffin.