Leafed

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 It's a Saturday and I have to finish three assignments and get started on a fourth. Hopefully it will leave me some time to go for a walk in the evening or dress up and go meet a friend. Papa made me a nice cup of coffee with almond milk (I am trying to be vegan). Then he made his glass of karela slices in hot water. He has asked me to try that forever now and I have stubbornly refused. So now he sits in the living room reading a paper and I sit at my dining table looking around.

Outside the front part of my house, there's a huge moneyplant. Our old family help had planted that years ago, easily 20 or 30 years before. The leaves of that money plant are humungous but in a sweet benign way. Their dominion across the window sill is steady, unyielding but easy. No force there, no strain, no tension. It saw space, it grew.

Outside the kitchen window, one sees the leaves of the guava tree. The tree has become so massive that it's branches spread across the width of the window and the leaves shine with a juicy luminescence in the morning. (I don't know why I wax so eloquent of these things in the morning. But it is a testament to a happy cup of coffee that one will see beauty everywhere.)

The sun is out today and I have located my navy blue dress that I bought off a pretty little store in Goa (Calangute, I think). There was a sale and got it for 350 bucks only. It's a sleeveless, cotton shift that comes up a little above the knee. The cut is really something. It gives you an hourglass shape...and I have loaned this dress to a couple of friends who don't have my body type and it looks equally amazing on them. 

I remember that the store I bought it from had a lot of chipped shells around their light bulbs. It seemed really kitchy.

There's a lot to get done but I will take my time with it. When enough joy and peace has percolated in my system, I will make a move. 

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