Had I known sooner just how much I would come to miss my room, my pillow, that rusty hand painted photo frame, my clunky old computer, never dissolving pile of laundry on my bed, arrested sunlight behind the spectral curtain, unsung ricocheting between four walls?
Chamber of opulence.
Apparently the only time I got any media attention was 27 years ago.
Early morning walks with dad.
Can you tell he hates to pose? :-D
Just look at him.
Of all things I miss, my sister is on the very top of that list. She observes the same things I do, well she taught me how to see beauty in small things after all. “Ranju, look!” still makes me jump off my rocker.
There is no other place like home I tell you. Murali and I lived like blissful new lovers for two weeks, without worrying about work, cooking or cleaning! I took long showers, wore short dresses, ate Jalebis to my hearts’ content and partied every other day.
His and Hers.
Early morning coffee with MIL. :-)
Vibrant Rajajinagar streets.
Tiny reminders of how uniquely beautiful all this is.
The best team.
Our Sampige tree is an arm’s length from the balcony. So breezy evenings are an aromatic delight of sorts.
Mini forest on our terrace. Courtesy: FIL
Of tables, window panes and first rays of light.
“What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
Hot Jalebis!! Well, I only had them thrice- for breakfast, lunch and dinner! :-D