And it is worth it when we reach our destination - whatever it may be. Over the past few days, it has been varied - the SLV a few minutes away from home or the revered Brahmin's Coffee Bar or just the streets of Gandhi Bazaar or one of the more modern ice cream parlors that have sprung up in every corner (like the Cafe Coffee Days). We walk down to the nearest Darshini or SLV for a cup of coffee or a paper-roast dosas or one of those gigantic stadium sized bhaturas with yummy chana and our mind forgets those puddles and hurdles our feet overtook on the road just moments ago - or should I say - our tummies make us forget. As my 10-year old orders one of these for himself, I ask him if he will actually finish it - but he does! Now only if he eats all the meals I make for him the same way!
Being in India is definitely a sensory explosion as all our senses are overwhelmed with a walk down the street - the wonderful smells of idli, dosa, and coconut chutney as well as coffee; the constant sound of traffic, of haggling vendors and customers as they bargain over the price of coriander; the feel of drops of water as they splash on your feet when you fail to look down and walk and from the jacaranda as a light wind blows down drops from the rain a few minutes back; the wonderful sights , and of course, the warmth of my both my kids' hands as each holds me on either side while we walk enjoying all of this.
And while I am on the subject of time flying, this was the post I meant for last week's Sunday memes(along with last week's other memes!). I will be posting for this week's Sunday through Tuesday posts later today.
So here it is, a week later:
OSI:Fragile, SundayScribblings:Insight, 3ww – flabby indignant stench
Whirl: fallen retreat bend rock lane wild bridge meadow bear island unstable bird heaven
SY: Oasis (gorilla); Magpie- image below;Dverse: Disney
Do you prefer a Snow White instead?
She asked, as she lent him a spark.
Encased in glass, a kiss to wake me from the dead
Where would you find me thus? You ask.
Across the bridge, and over the meadow
Turn right at the next bend of the lane
As you enter the wild, reach out to Baloo the bear
He will help you, don’t despair
Watch out for swords in fallen rocks
If you pull them out, you will be ruler
Don’t retreat at stenches that remind you of the docks
That is just Stinky Pete the flabby prospector
He might be slightly unstable, might look indignant
But fear him not, look up instead to the heavens
The Jub Jub Bird doesn’t need any incitement
To swoop down and pick you up as presents
So look out for him and find a safe haven
An oasis, an island of peace
That is where you will find me.
He then replied, I do not care for a delicate miss
You light up my world, as you are is what I need.