Metaphor Ellicitation

me: its raining :D

and cold rain !

on a warmish day !

magic must be made of things like thesehe: ulta. magic makes such things

and pune seems bereft of it
me: na na magic is made up of things like these

magic makes more magnificent things happen

pune is bereft because it grieves my loss :)
he: ai hai

qattal , jabardasti but qattal
me: as u can see I'm on a roll
he: unfortunately i think it just continues

there is no stopping your rolling
i think the circular symmetry you have attained assists you

me: words are dancing off your plump fingers and creating poetry on the keyboard

is there a butterfly on your mouse ?
he: no butterflies anywhere

me: how unfortunate...stomach butterflies are the things one lives for

the day they die, a part of u does too
he: and that reminds me your butterflies prediction

which did not come true

me: bring back the people who cause the butterflies

he: they bring a lot more than just butterflies

me: it will keep u alive

sort the butterflies out and separate them from all else
use your agile mind to enjoy the butterflies and ignore the rest

harmless selfishness never harmed anyone

he: hmmm , i think that is what i did this time

if i come to think about it

hmm hmm hmm
me: how interesting !

but you claimed the lack of em butterflies

he: hmmm

me: so make up your mind laddie

he: no butterflies
me: i feel you ascribe much to butterflies than exists and hence the fear to claim their presence

he: possible possible
me: rein your thoughts that transform from wild horses to petulant possom at every chanceto control the butterflies you must control your thoughts

Arbitness on a Sunday morning. Great start to the day :)