Greetings my lovely creatures,
I was able to manage some time away from the tea parties and card games last weekend so I decided to visit this lifestyle establishment called “Westside” where I gave in to my whimsy and purchased a few knick-knacks.
Here goes the list in no particular order.
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The rocky trail slathered thickly with whipped snow. There’d been fresh snowfall the night before. Hailstorm while dining on M.G Marg. Street below Pub 325 covered with tiny homeopathic globules of ice. No local food, only Chinese. Pubs slamming doors on beef-eager faces on the Eve of Losar, Tibetan New Year. Winter kept us warm, covering Mountains in forgetful snow, feeding a little life with smuggled alcohol. Nip in the air curled once about the winter jackets, and fell silent.
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“Here miss, buy a Chinese cat. Bring good luck, money,” M.G Marg calls.
Tap-tap-tappitty-tap on the Google bar. Search Chinese cat with raised arm.
—Kameki Miko, origin Japan, popular among Chinese merchants, golden-coloured cats supposed to lure customers in a business house, especially ones that operate at night-time— bars, restaurants, geisha houses.
—Let’s take Miko home. Not for good luck. Only ’cause he’s a strange fur-ball with an angry surprise on his face. Now have I seen a cat without a grin!
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