Conjunctiv-eyed

At home in Pune with one eye that is red and swollen and the other that is watering continuously. A slow fever creeps up now and then and my throat aches slightly. I won't be going to office for a week or so. I will miss all my yoga classes. However, there are some beautiful things around to make up for the sequestered life:

1. Sweet, drugged sleep but with enormous amounts of lucid dreaming.

2. Sunlight laced with sepia-tints streaming in through the glass windows and forming a lovely square on the bed.So, there's a special place on the bdd that is warm and toasty,  where you can lay your chin and blink in the light.

3. A far full of cheery carnations that a friend brought. The bunch is a crinkly collection of ruby-red and candy-pink flowers, tied with a length of moon-white ribbon.

4. Cold, cold days where brewing some hot, black coffee makes the fingers lengthen in gratitude for the warmth.

5. Put in eye drops by myself which, more than driving or making one's own money, has made me feel independent.

6. Snuggling under two quilts and yet shivering because I am reading Rushdie's Moor's Last Sigh and it's so lovely.