The very slightest of changes in the air, the humidity a tad
kinder than it has been, monsoon just round the corner and it is unnerving how
the birds always know, they are quieter though an insistent cuckoo yodels regularly
at 4 in the morning.
After long it has been good to get back to the words, after
that mammoth *memwa*tx that feels like going round in circles. Finally returned
to the practice with a sub last week, and began to tx again, tinkering with
verse this once, felt so good to have the neurons a word-stretch. Anguish and
helplessness are so difficult to tx. One does what one can.
Piku was superlative, after laughing so much I teared up the
first time in years. Bombay Velvet has a solid plotline, amazing recreation of
the 1960’s but it is a film about gangsters so…maybe the violence could have
been cut down 30%, alluding to hits instead of showing them in graphic, gut
wrenching detail…Mrs. S, who has lived in So Bo and CP in the tumultuous 60’s
said that this is what happened, this is as authentic as it gets, this is how
land was reclaimed by pumping out water… she remembers bodies being washed
ashore every few days…
Can changing sofa covers be a prescription for joy? My day
feels brighter after the patterned Swayam covers.
