My aubergineous article for AntiSerious: http://www.antiserious.com/2015/01/12/case-exploding-eggplants/
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Of the grandchild and brinjals!
My aubergineous article for AntiSerious: http://www.antiserious.com/2015/01/12/case-exploding-eggplants/
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Games weather plays!
Weather in the NCR (National Capital Region) is weird, to say the least.
It has decided to play tricks on me!
(I'm egoistic enough to take it personally).
We had planned to go out last Sunday morning, though the RE wasn't very keen to begin with. I woke up at seven, (planning to wake up the spouse by eight), and peered out of the bedroom window, to see fog so dense that nothing but fog was visible. We have a tall building across the road from us, but there was no building, no road, no compound wall, no green belt: only a dense whiteness. The 'view' from the sitting room window was no better: the neighbouring block of flats had disappeared as well. The maid, however, did come in, a little past her usual time.
We remained fogbound till almost noon.
Mr. Sun, please do not vanish on your day. How can we have a Sunday without you?
Monday was foggy too.
There were very few morning walks happening.
On the last morning of the year, though, a good friend called and we went for a late-ish walk.
I resolved to start the new year with a walk, and I did, although it was grey and cold. (Had a nap later).
We celebrated the first day of the New Year, we had lunch with our kids and their friends at the delightful Cafe Lota. Mr. Sun remained on leave. I missed him.
On the morning of the 2nd, I was up early and got ready: jacket and woolly hat and scarf and all!
I stepped out and was about to lock the front door, when I heard what sounded like shuffling footsteps. I looked out of the lobby window, and it was suddenly, sneakily raining. There went my walk. It was miserably cold and soggy and bleak all day, my least favourite weather.
This morning it wasn't raining, though the road was wet. A few minutes into my walk, there was an almost magical misting of my glasses, and I brushed moisture off my jacket, from the tiniest of miniature droplets, enough to make their presence felt, yet soundless and almost non-existent.
I'm quite enjoying these weather games- I wonder what tomorrow will bring!
Happy New Year, gentle readers.
May we all be blessed with a climate of kindness and compassion, and thankfulness for what is.
As Shakespeare wisely said,
It has decided to play tricks on me!
(I'm egoistic enough to take it personally).
We had planned to go out last Sunday morning, though the RE wasn't very keen to begin with. I woke up at seven, (planning to wake up the spouse by eight), and peered out of the bedroom window, to see fog so dense that nothing but fog was visible. We have a tall building across the road from us, but there was no building, no road, no compound wall, no green belt: only a dense whiteness. The 'view' from the sitting room window was no better: the neighbouring block of flats had disappeared as well. The maid, however, did come in, a little past her usual time.
We remained fogbound till almost noon.
Mr. Sun, please do not vanish on your day. How can we have a Sunday without you?
Monday was foggy too.
There were very few morning walks happening.
On the last morning of the year, though, a good friend called and we went for a late-ish walk.
I resolved to start the new year with a walk, and I did, although it was grey and cold. (Had a nap later).
We celebrated the first day of the New Year, we had lunch with our kids and their friends at the delightful Cafe Lota. Mr. Sun remained on leave. I missed him.
On the morning of the 2nd, I was up early and got ready: jacket and woolly hat and scarf and all!
This morning it wasn't raining, though the road was wet. A few minutes into my walk, there was an almost magical misting of my glasses, and I brushed moisture off my jacket, from the tiniest of miniature droplets, enough to make their presence felt, yet soundless and almost non-existent.
I'm quite enjoying these weather games- I wonder what tomorrow will bring!
Happy New Year, gentle readers.
May we all be blessed with a climate of kindness and compassion, and thankfulness for what is.
As Shakespeare wisely said,
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude.....
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