while at shalimar
eating goat karahi and naan
alice adventured.
the jabberwock made
his appearance in the book
and i smiled. childhood.
"beware the 'wock, my son"
a favourite poem of
mine. Always has been.
fremont hosted my
meal last night. i studied and
read. deep into it.
the looking glass! i
never read it and i am
now giggling with it!
carroll, a wicked
writer with black humour on
his pen. it's a joy!
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