A relaxed lunch in an old Spanish restaurant with lovely ambience. A glass of red wine. Then a Spanish siesta on the couch brings on the best of dreams. Yet again to my beloved blue green water space… this time Ak and to a smaller extent Ad, feature in it. We are in a sea-creatures…
Found showcased in Weesperplein (a Metro station) in Amsterdam: A sheepish answer to Tom Lehrer’s “Cows with guns” (animated you-tube video)
a cat in controlled fury:cold green eyes, unblinkingtail in precise motion,she bides her timewaiting, watching –swish swash.
Was listening to “Shape of my heart” – Sting, and looked up its lyrics, part of which goes thus: “I know that the spades are the swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of war” which I put up on my gmail status. Surprisingly my nerd brother chose to comment on it,…
The gay parade in Amsterdam is, like football, a public excuse to party and drink on the streets. People of all ages – literally from infants to octogenarians stream alongside the main canal, Princengracht, where the boats go in procession. Not only of all ages, but all ethnicities and sexual orientations too. Accompanied by peppy…
Oranje is de kleur van gekte — Van Gogh fifa finals sunday. the dutch are in the finals after 30 years… the city’s mood is euphoric. never have i dreamt of being in the middle of football madness voluntarily… it’s only that my interest most recently got fueled by akash’s. and of course being in…
Can’t get away from corny love quotes where ever I go. They are follofink meeee! Eet’s a conspiraceee… The cupboard in my furnished room, which I had no hand in purchasing, has a lot of “love” quote graffiti on it. Ok, be pedantic, call it “open shelves”, not a cupboard. Here’s how the damn thing…
Woke up high and happy today. After what seems like a long time, my dream took me to that ocean – cove to be exact – once again… To get there, there were a lot of unnecessary logistics in excruciating detail (yes, inside the dream!), which I will not record here. But there I am,…
SB is very good at badminton – for the amateur level we play at, he is one of the best in our group, if not the best. And today I beat him 26 – 24. You know how much of a historic (histrionic?) moment it is for me to be so thrilled and blog about…
there was no water in the house this morning. empty tank, some problem with the new fangled (old mangled??) hydro pneumatic pumping system. “so what”, i say to myself, “i shall convert this setback into an opportunity and go swim in the gym!” i set out earlier than usual, in a crumpled wrap-around skirt and…
