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|