Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sandalwood, and the scent lingers long after. Medimix, a bad brand name for a soap so delightfully herb-fresh.
“Because the mother-in-law was once the daughter-in-law” heads the list of Indian soaps that the Afghan government has banned. We should ban them serials too.
Promises to be a scorching summer.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
The lady in the seat behind mine was traveling with her young sons, all the way to Toronto, this evidently was her first flight ever, she was moving bag and baggage, on permanent resident visa to a land she’d never seen, a language she didn’t know, new people and a new life, and I wonder what is it in our genes that makes us pack up and move, and makes some stay put, come hell or high water.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
We’re eighty-five today. Everyday a new day, touchwood. So lukkha he won’t even treat me to peanuts, nah you can’t, he cackles.
Watching the golden orb rise beyond the horizon-line, past the few straggly trees on dusty scrub and the huge pipe that runs to the distant reservoir, one can just imagine onceuponatime, itwaslikethis packed lush green, bird calls to a crescendo, insects buzz, suddenly a rustle in the undergrowth and …silence.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
And for once I have shoes that are not Bata relics.