Chiffonesque

It was a sudden trip to Mumbai last Friday. My father had had an accident. He was unhurt (knock on wood)  but everyone else was shaken. My mother is usually alone at home. I always seem to forget about that vulnerable spot until something like this happens. Also, there was an old friend who was visiting from the States. It had been very rushed at work so I hadn’t had the time to meet him in Mumbai. And frankly, something inside of me had changed after I left the city. Bombay somehow feels like a scab that has fallen off. I don’t feel the need to go there. I don’t feel the tug. I don’t feel the pull that I had earlier felt when I had moved cities. As long as my parents come to visit me, as long as I see them often, it’s all fine. I am not in touch with any of my Bombay friends anymore – or rather, nothing more than facebook air kissing. So we like each other’s statuses on facebook, maybe share the occasional Ganpati greeting or ask about a Diwali holiday...but it feels like w...

It has been a very hectic month with much solace coming from watching plants grow and flowers bloom. Also, I had been reading a lot and that just caused a lot of pent-up energy inside of me (much like acidity or gas, really). I don't have too many friends here who I can talk to about books and blogging about them, somehow...well, I couldn't muster up the discipline to write about books here. So I wrote about a book there: http://www.indiabookstore.net/bookish/ Do read. My review, yes. The book, yes. But the other reviews on the site as well.

August onwards, life is behaving rather strangely. You know that feeling how...sometimes ‘life’ (as in your life) seems to have ‘a’ life of its own? It’s not always a bad thing, I suppose, but the mood swings that accompany this whistling, winging adolescent trapezing of the ‘vie’ is rather inconvenient. Here’s what I was thinking – how is it that you may not know what you want; you could be rather clueless about everything. But...BUT...something happens and you become acutely aware of how you don’t want that. It’s funny – the subconscious. Anyway, I want a quiet life now. It is actually a quiet life now but I want it quieter still. No people. Not even one. Maybe a bunch of plants, a large room where I can sit and watch light and shade shift with the passing of clouds and season. It would be nice to have a pond close by. Or a lake. Winding and rippling and cold. Little leaves would float away on it. Maybe a large-ish leaf would have a ladybug riding it like a raft. Also, ...