Monday, July 19, 2010


Without fail a shower greets us every morning in the park, this morning I counted five kinds of green before I stopped counting, happy just to revel in the extravagant palette; the rain as regular as the line up of strays waiting for their biscuit treat, and I wonder how little they, and we, need to keep us going.

Minutes carved out of my Sunday, precious busiest day of the week, between the palak and methi that must be cleaned and the fridge and larder stocked and sorted, and I try and stretch and steal every moment I can spend with you, and it isn’t enough; it really never is.






16 comments:

AmitL said...

wow..how lucky-a shower every morning in the park..:)And,a smile at Sunday being the busiest day of the week..do you also watch any serials?(surely not the saas-bahu soaps-to-make-you-sleep,I'm sure.haha)

Tamanna Mishra said...

:-) Suddenly a lot of my Sundays are busy too. Alas! I am growing up! :(

63mago said...

For some years now the "old" structure of the week, with Sunday being the quiet day, is eroding; the rhythm changes.

Is finiteness "acceptable"?

mystic rose said...

Now that sounds like Bombay's monsoon and life.
It isn't enough when there isn't enough time rest of the week, I suppose.

kphlog said...

Oh is this the park next to the Gurudwara? My aunt says the same things too. Gotta love Bombay this time of the month, except of course the rest of the gutter water that flows in and out otherwise :(

austere said...

amit- no serials, but whatever movie catches my fancy. or nat geo/ discovery/fox..
tamanna- wo bhi kya zamana tha...wo kagaz ki kashti
mago-- yes, no longer is the day of sabbath sacrosanct... not really, hence one looks for infinity within the bounds of the finite
mystic- yep, weekdays are a competition with the clock. I win. :)

kay! this is not-happening Andheri E. No, this is another one,a tiny park near JVLR.
We're on a hill, so water flows away,hopefully seawards.

Crab said...

And, as always, wonderful post Ben :) -crab

shooting star said...

shower in the park, reminds me of my lodhi garden jogging days!!...miss them so much!!....

shiv said...

The last line was an eye catcher... and it touched the heart...where are the days of yore, when we spent so much of time with our elders.. parents, grandparents, etc?

Arunima said...

I also do my vegetable cleaning as much as possible over the weekend. Wrap them in newspapers and stock in the fridge. Sometimes, I hate the ritual for taking too much time, but it is a blessing later in the week.

Love the showers. Bangalore weather has been going about 22 past week. amazing!

Leni Qinan said...

"... I try to stretch and steal every moment I can spend wwith you, and it isn't enough, it never really is"

How I liked the intensity of this passage, Austere. Perhaps because I know the feeling, but you describe it so perfectly well.

austere said...

CRABBIEEE! Delighted to see you here. Jsut delighted.

Shootin- I remember the snaps you put up, really love the place, don't you?


Shiv :)

Arunima- someday we must swap shortcuts to the kitchen. and yes, great weather.

leni- :) what is, is. thank you. The parent is getting older by the minute..

PQ said...

Methi...wow :-) ...my mouth watering already...how little we need to keep us going...so true

crab said...

Glad to be (and read u) here @ blog Ben :-)

San said...

Cold showers here. Not the warm and sensual touch one desires

austere said...

PQ- :)
crabbie...what to say...

san;hey san! with clockwork regularity the rains drop by every morning.nice and fresh...