Itchimekilieloo

I listened to her feet treading upstairs. She nudged the half open door as she walked in a haste. She intrigued me skillfully ,which in turn, made me probe her most perennially. Simply reinforcing this status quo, I followed her around with drift quickness. And so on and so forth, I got nicknamed as a “digger,” and she got celebrated well as a “tripper ,” most candidly for her brisk movements.

Then singing whatever parading song,one day, it occurred to her to sit by the window sill🪟. Steadily that became a ritual which got her to seek a pledge by the hedge. She swarmed the window regularly, positioning herself strategically to gain a world view. And the bell in her neck played heavily on plenty. To that, an air of conditioning jiggled automatically, and outlandishly, she broke out in a chirp. This commotion sounded like : “Itchimekilieloo.”

And ploughing through this unknown vagary, I tried hard to get her, but -at first, didn’t quite succeed. But then gradually, I faced up to that expression: “Itchimikilieloo,” more intently. And just when my reason crumbled into awe, she suddenly leapt to catch a glimpse of the world of nature. A parrot 🦜 flew by choosing its own critical path. It was carrying a twig to it’s groove. Interestingly, from the parrot’s place a vast archive of criss- cross weaves were being produced ,as though, implying: “shake yourself up if you were to gain my point of view.” A perspective, call it a haughtiness or a strange sort of weariness, it all sounded like a punning verse to construe. Upon closer validation the parakeet kept reciting the word “ Itchimikilieloo. ““ Itchimikilieloo. “

When pressed to explain, it said — “to gain my perspective, one has to hold a mirror and repeat as I do. That’s when one ☝️ shall attain -“Itchimikilieloo.”

I thought 💭 — wouldn’t that be a strange act to pursue.

Then abruptly thoughts 💭 gathered their own gears. That entailed me to give a loud shout-out: “Ichhimekilieloo ! “Ichhimekilieloo ! “

I knew I had started parroting.

The heat grew excessive and I struggled to keep the chant on.

But repeating myself on the verse —“Itchimikilieloo,” it all came out forthrightly, sailing across those dusty plains of frivolities, just to receive it’s honorary degree for bathetically mirroring a parroting philosophy.

Vehemently exposed to such a plight I unnervingly recited: “Itchimikilieloo,””Itchimikilieloo,” What to do?! Surely, I was to be picked out as someone special —a “chosen species,”for holding up an echo of this repeated gimmickry.

The parrot’s point of view felt so true, and it continued to move in such a prowess that I didn’t know what to do.

Immediately an instinct took over my conception, and to that effect, I interpreted it contrary to its intended purpose.

Cruelly, not afraid to meet it’s own magic, I started imagining things; a thing I could do to the damndest—most dearest. Taken so , my mind began —this ever strange story, and it slowly grew into a deadliest conquest. Unknowingly, I slipped into dreaming this virtual reality💭

I was racing somewhere in the woods.

It was a four footed race to drive home a point. I saw my feline friend gutting along those trails with me. Sallying forth a beast came along in a chase. There was no easy escape.

Looming up from behind, the beast was hoping a happy feasting on us. He charged remarking :” that gooed meat 🥩 for this world of starvation; whoever let these cats 🐈 out of the bag.

Saying so the feisty beast attacked ferociously. Perhaps to scare us but his strike unexpectedly turned into a boon. The snorting snuffs and sounds of the beast made peculiar mechanical effects Terrorized, we garishly kicked at things in a hurry and the beast thought 💭 we were charging at him in reverse with a sword. By and by, along the side, we consolingly repeated the phrase — “Itchhmikilieloo,” “Itchhmikilieloo,”What to do ?!

Tragically to that , the beast urinated. Thus this dreadful effect vigorously made us chant Itchhmikilieloo—which in turn , believe it or not, made him piss.

Furthering apace and close on guard, we continued yelling unreflectively: the boozy drunkard needs a whip, let’s gang up on road ends and cut the chase. This conjecture was mysteriously drawing out on silly stratum of strange cacophony. It was like awful imperfection was rubbing off —so resolutely over our own giant eccentricities.

While that was happening, the wild beast, fearing the onslaught, pulled back into the woods. In this way, we kitties 🐱 broke the beast’s rage with our minor play of hand and nail chutzpah —which, obviously, was a nuance juxtaposition-ed alongside the verse “Itchimikilieloo,”“Itchimikilieloo,” What to do?!

So each and every time the beast approached to kill us , we exquisitely positioned ourselves to shout out -“Itchimikilieloo,”“Itchimikilieloo,” What to do?!

Hearing our crude hullabaloo, the beast literally—pissed, and fled into the woods.

Much like readying himself almost for a eruptive effuse to flee as a fart 💨 smooth 😃

In this way the word “Itchimikilieloo,” was badging through the deep recesses of our fate and mind. The unregarded river of our life was making us pursue it’s own flow in such indiscernible ways.

And that which was not seen was “Itchimikilieloo.” What to do?! The buried stream in the wood, the beast and the forest floor were merely added to that great effect.

And somewhere in the deep recesses of the woods, one can still hear the beast mirroring —“Itchimikilieloo.” For each time it tries and misses on food it starts to imitate us and mirrors the word “Itchhmikilieloo,” just like a parrot 🦜 too.

Also, at times, giving up on hunt the beast would again start repeating the word —Itchimikilieloo,”as if , implying : Oooh, coming at me seems like this cloot , determined to attack me in response to me giving no hoots”

Ok, come clean now. This isn’t about truce! What is Itchimikilieloo ? The beast in you might NOW turn around to ask me the real truth now :

And I say to you : Itchimikilieloo means —How do you do ?

To that you may , almost quizzically wonder : but, “ichimilkilieloo,”originally implied : What can I do ?

Caught up by the beast in deception , I think to myself : Can’t meaning —get lost —in translation ?! Repeating to say what one says to you ; for that is the reason why humans to this day hold mirrors to face and exclaim —most critically, just like beasts making sense more than most to ask the same question 🙋🏻‍♀️: How do you do ?!

And that of course means one thing to the other as an excuse —for —“Hi, How are you 😃?!”

So in the end , just when you will —now —try to exit , refrain to read and escape this reading with grace , I shall say :

“Itchi-me-ki-lieloo “

Meaning : How do you do ?

Dear reader : Did you get what I meant to say to you 😃

Now don’t say : What do I do?!

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