Tricky

Word-ka Shots reader Sivakami Sivakumar served us a heady little one. But we're upto an old trick of ours. Guess which piece belongs to whom. We haven't put our names on them. Again.

Drink up, lovely people...

	... they gave me ...a magician’s hat... or something black ...like coarse velvet… I was told… no, it was whispered… “pull out a dream…” I reached in… deep-  into the coarse black velvet… first hand… then head… then knees… but somewhere… in its slimy gullet… I dug my heels in… and with a retching movement I woke up resenting my abysmal magic skills.		Talking to you is like riding a unicycle. On a tightrope. With a barking dog. At each end. Six long stemmed glasses on a tray. In one hand. And 4 volumes of the Encyclopedia Britannica in the other. As an ostrich feather vacantly tickles my left heel.