For weeks, or maybe even months, I haven’t dreamt of the ocean. I was missing my ocean dreams, and just like that, last night, it came back to me. The old familiar theme of the ocean. And me in it. No colors this time, at least, no specific highlights around colors, even though it was…
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…
A weekend away, a timeout within a timeout. Magical and golden despite the grey skies and rain. Driving without speed limits, just you and I. Across the border, another first. Rain splashing on the windscreen, wipers squeaking. Ah the rolling hills, and trees clad in autumn hues… the road winding through sun and rain across…
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…
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…
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,…
