Friday, October 16, 2015

The light is beautiful, shimmering on green , dancing to the (rare) breeze.

Madly hot for October, and I search for remedies to stay cool—decoctions from amla, saunf and black raisins; go easy on the spice.


For the Navratri celebrations this evening, all the children in the colony have practiced the arati to pitch perfection, the purity of their voices so moving. I have joined in too—after how many years am I singing? Too many to count.

Hornadu, Karnataka... where clouds touch the roads

3 comments:

Guilie Castillo said...

How lovely, Mira. Hope the Navratri celebrations were all you hoped for and more :)
Guilie @ Quiet Laughter

63mago said...

... sorry.
Must read your posts first.

PQ said...

You have the recording?