Providence, My Friend

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Providence, My Friend


Hey babe, why don’t you post somme-in on the LA blog one of these days?

o-k-A-Y and what kind of a piece you’d like it to be?

Anything…about you, me, us, just burp your thing baby

You sure? Remember what happened the last time I did that?

You mean the bio you did of me?

Uh-huh. THE statistical fiasco of the century, that had over 900 views in less than 5 days and an average of 5 likes per zillion views. God, you were sulking for days, Papi, worse than those folks PMSing over our love. And I’m telling you, the ladies must have cursed me so hard I still haven’t recovered from the hiccups they voodoed on me. Half of them fled from your blog life, one fourth took up Yoga and the other one fourth burn my effigy every time you post my picture or mention my name in your post. Hey, deflate that chest already, they hate you equally!

Hahahah, Mamasita. But hey, come on, I didn’t sulk…I was just disappointed..are those two the same?


At this point, A Tangle of Weeds crosses her arms in a very business-like manner (she even borrowed his necktie and tied it around her night shirt collar) and looks straight into the eyes of her (not really) Lonely Author who gives her his “damn baby, I love you” look. (Yeah I will have to make a video next of the Lonely Author’s mannerisms. Then, we might as well shut down both blogs and renounce the world. Such is life, sigh!)


Providence, my friends! I mean LA’s friends. Hello and a grossly un-timed welcome to yet another special edition of A Tangle of Weeds being exclusively aired here on the LA page the first Mondays of every month. Yes, your raised eyebrows are justified. I just created that slot. But not without consultations with the CEO of this blog, i.e. Andrew. Oh pardon my impudence, I forgot to introduce myself to the newbies here. Ahem ahem, damn this phlegm! I am the Managing Director and you’ll see my name if you are patient enough to read till the end. I tend to pee never endingly on the LA blog. Alpha feline trait, that’s right.

So what I’m really saying is that I’m here today for an reason. Not that I’m anywhere for no reason (LA is giving me an appalled look of “Babe, did you flush your sense of humor too? Yes I can hear his thoughts). Anyway, the reason is My King wanted me standing at the balcony of our castle alongside him waving at his smiling, seething, laughing, fuming (all kinds including the ones who come to watch from behind the bushes) but still loyal subjects. Bloody hell, who just threw those rotten eggs?
Sorry guys, that took time…(not easy to wash off egg smell, you know….the things I have to endure for love, sigh!)

Anyway, by now, most of you know (well now you know) that he’s given me all rights to this blog, including the one of investigator. Oh no no, don’t get me wrong, I’m not the possessive kind (LA almost choked on the Pepsi he’s drinking)..let me complete alright..not possessive ..umm..unless I’m compelled to be, under the following two circumstances:
1. By those who keep trying – to our utter dismay – to hit on him. Did you know, jellyfish are amazing creatures? Oh it’s related. I never speak incoherently.
2. those who disrespect/disregard our relationship. May your life be filled with abundant love so you can feel happy about ours.

Having said that, it is my birthright to be the poet in tattered jeans who rescued him, to continue rescuing him from the hazardous side effects of his erstwhile reputation of being the heartthrob of WP (No need to lie on that pretty ass with that wicked smile and rub your thumb over your sexy cleft, LA. I said “ERSTWHILE”).

Keep writing you guys, continue enjoying the poetry on this blog without any prejudices. And keep love and laughter high on your agendas. I sincerely thank those wonderful supportive friends and readers who are genuinely happy for us. And the rest, well you gotta take me with a pinch of salt, my friend. Because I am the staple of his Cuban diet.

So long. With love. Going off the air in

Endnotes: (for the convenience of those who might be scratching their heads)
The Lonely Author (LA) = Andrew = My King = Papi = Him = He (Yes, they are all ONE person)

A Tangle of Weeds = Nandita = Babe = Baby = Mamasita (Again ONE person = Me)
There are ONLY two people in this post, irrespective of the different names and addresses (not location address, phew!)

85 thoughts on “Providence, My Friend

  1. Oh wow, my minds in a swirl of curls and hoops over this wonderful piece of narrative, and I’ve not time to read it all, but I did !!,… He should be at work… my Boss shall be cross with Ivor, why isn’t he being a Plumber. …The Poet just sits and giggles, ….. listening to Leonard’s music serenading the Dreamer…. At this rate A&IR Steven won’t be getting paid this week….. who cares if the Old Carer is set free to laugh and play, So hope Your LA article goes well. !!———- He=Boss=Ivor=Plumber=Poet=Dreamer=A&IR Steven=Old Carer===ME. Love to you both. xx

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    1. Lol. Ivor, you are a delightful product of nature. So glad you caught on the humour of the = = =

      Thanks a lot. Now, go get some work done before your boss ( = you) fires the asses of all of us. Lololol

      Love back to you from both of us. xx

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  2. OKay, I think it’s time..we’ve seen the lovely Nandita, now it’s time to see Andrew. That’s right. He is no longer a Lonely Author, he has a babe..sooooo, come on you two, smile for the camera!! I’m just teasing. Keep loving!! 🙂

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    1. Hi Dorinda, thanks for your lovely comment.
      You’re right, Andrew is no longer the lonely author..maybe I should rechristen him the Shy Author, what say? I promise you, someday I’ll have his pictures plastered all over the walls of WP. 😂

      Thanks again.

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  3. Thank you for clearing all this up! Y’all write the most beautiful poetry and I love being able to read what you write. I kind of made the assumption on who was who, but I am glad to know now that I was right!! I love y’all and the love you share is incredible!!!

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  4. I read it twice to understand. Now I know the Author. I am so dumb. I loved the line: May your life be filled with abundant love so you can feel happy about ours.
    What a classy way! My best wishes to both of you. 🙂

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  5. Hahahah I am not sure if this was supposed to be cute or threatening, but this is one adorable post. So fucking adorable. God. I am grinning so bad right now.
    I love the frank threats and the underlying annoyance (and I am not sure if I should, now that I think about it) So raw, so honest.🎀
    Wonderful, as always, Nandita.🌼

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    1. Was wondering when you’d come along and read this, dear Mayen..
      Am thrilled you enjoyed this post so much. A little threat, all in good humour for the love of our lives..I’d call it that.
      Thanks a bunch. Lotsa love to you. 🤗💕

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      1. Apologies for such a late reply. I was vacationing in the remote hills of Leh. Hardly had any network connectivity. *hides face*
        I missed your writing sooo much. Going to binge-read ASAP.✨

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  6. A bit late to this, because I wanted to take my time reading. I feel like I just walked into the middle of a conversation you’ve both been having for an eternity. I seem to remember bursts of this sort of intensity throughout my life. Once or twice. ^_~ Not for the faint of heart or head. You absolutely need Elysian-infused blood for this sort of thing. May your love last an eternity. ∞♥∞

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    1. Not for the faint-hearted, nope! 😜🤣
      But the fact that you not only read it, but left such an awesome comment is testimony to the Braveheart that you are. ❤️
      Thank you Niki. We treasure and cherish you and your friendship. Love comes in many forms and you are one of those.

      P.S. your dare is coming out to be really tough. But we haven’t given up. Lol

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  7. We were all taught to write at school. To create, no. Some writers have a world to express. Others what they do is protect their life with writing … For me writing is a form of therapy and I need to write every day.

    Every day I believe more in the memory as a source of literary inspiration. Any man can make history; but only a great man can write Now its your moment. Congratulations.

    I invite you to visit my blog and read the last post I published. It’s a poem that I wrote and titled “Love Me.” I hope you like it.

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    1. Hi Maniparna, great to hear from you. And I’m sorry about the late response. I’m usually pretty prompt, more so on the LA blog than on mine. Lol.

      I hope you continue to enjoy the poetry here whenever you can find the time to read. Thanks once again for your lovely words 💕🌺

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