This past weekend Wandering Soul and Ms. Sassy (of Sass and Sauce) spent a fun-filled day in Agra. It was her first visit to the 'City of Taj' and one after ten years for me. As if this wasn't enough to make the trip special, what happened on the trip itself catapulted us over the moon. [caption id="attachment_11449" align="alignnone" width="1024"]IMG-20160724-WA0001 When the Alien meets Ms. Sassy![/caption]

"No!" Aisha giggled. Mark checked his speed-o-meter again. "No? You sure?" He asked her, sticking his tongue out even more. "Daddy, noooo." Aisha giggled again. "Still no doggy," she said, flapping the large ragged doll in her hands for emphasis. "Okay, No." He laughed. "What about a horse?" Checking the rear-view mirror, he cautiously overtook the slow trailer in front of him. She watched as they sped past the trailer. She stood on her knees and looked at it through the rear windscreen as it got smaller and smaller, finally disappearing completely.

While going through some old posts, I realized that there are two drafts that remain unpublished. Wondering why and when I wrote these but here is the first one.
Clearly the spaceship's been hovering above for too long.
  When a random comment triggers off a limerick, there's no other choice but to publish it, especially when the threat of a pointing gun already looms large. Don't believe me, just check the comment exchange here. :P The resulting limerick ? Here it is.