Tales of Ipsa

Category: Humour

  • What was the name again?

    What was the name again?

    Like many of my previous encounters, this one too happens during my morning ramble. Meet Ramgoat dashalong. What was the name again, I hear you ask. The little plant with its sunny bloom goes by this rather mysterious and unaccountable name; besides its given scientific name of Turnera ulmifolia. Nicknames can be singularly apt and…

  • My new glasses

    My new glasses

    Its that time of the year again. The time to restore my steadily diminishing vision to its once-youthful acuity. Its time for my annual eye check-up and, as night follows day, time to order my new glasses. The computerised eye check-up throws up a new set of numbers every year; and though I linger, hesitate,…

  • Acing the Adjective

    Acing the Adjective

    I am on a mission towards acing the adjective. It all started thus. While not exactly slow, I am not quite first off the mark in the social media race. Therefore by the time I get a look in at the newest photographs on my social media groups, the slots for ‘amazing’, ‘awesome’, and ‘gorgeous’…

  • Opening Packages

    Opening Packages

    I’ve always been quite deft with my fingers, right from my Girl Guide reef-knotting days, but lately I seem to be all thumbs while opening packages. It must be one of the many challenges of aging nobody tells you about. From bottles and sachets, soap dispensers and AAA batteries, daily life is fraught with packaged…

  • Fly Past

    Fly Past

    Alas, no spectacular flights of supersonic aircraft enter into this saga. Unheralded by buglers and drummers, this fly past is inspired by an encounter with that two-winged six-legged bane of the human race aka the housefly. That a creature as ignoble as a fly should inspire prose will raise eyebrows in many quarters, but I…