Tuesday, May 20, 2025

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So far a lovely day! Work has been smooth. A colleague shared a video of a Richard Dreyfuss interview where he was talking about a storm in a forest. (It has been a luscious stormy weather.)

Got a message from the bank...some long pending payment has come through. I had forgotten about it...that is strange because I don't generally forget about such large amounts. But I must have been swamped with work to keep track. But that's always good. This is what I love best - when you get a lot of cash as the month ends. So even on the last day of the month, you have plenty!

Had a good chat with a friend. She was telling me about the pretty ways she is decorating her house. 

And my cook made really yummy daal paratha today.

And of course, the cowardly troll behaved cowardly as usual. As I expected, language got abusive. Just as the gutless get. Must be awfully hard to live like such a lily-livered doormat. I bet 'Unknown' is the handle they used because that's who they are and will be.

Started a new book today. Yesterday actually. Looks promising. Let's see.

Found an old silk sari I had bought in Pune many years ago...a turquoise blue and pink saree with silver strawberries embroidered all over the pallu. There used to be a lovely little saree shop at Balewadi. Small store that actually was supposed to be a tailoring shop but the tailor was a young guy who used to keep running off to Ahmednagar whenever he got the chance. But when he was there, he was good. This tailor had down a paper-bag style shorts with a dupatta. It looked so sharp! 

There was a time in Delhi when a neighbour would buy linen and cotton dupattas from Lajpat Nagar and stitch them into beautiful shirts and kurtas. So the main kurta would be a linen in a solid colour and the cuffs would be a pretty cotton print.

Will finish up some work after brewing some coffee. It's an opera out there with the weather! 

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