Bliss

My summer vacation has officially begun and this is a list of things I am going to make myself look forward to with mind numbing enthusiasm. Finally got hold of a desktop. It’s a Dell something something. It is taking care of my movie/music/TV show catching up. Also got a printer/copier/scanner thingy. It’s a reliefContinue reading “Bliss”

I see in my mind sepia photographs of women in coffee shops

I see in my mind, sepia photographs of women in coffee shops. One is sitting by the window, hand in hair, palm on cheek, looking out the window. One is sitting with a book, not reading. One is sitting with her coffee, waiting. Waiting waiting waiting. And then I see Eiffel tower in black andContinue reading “I see in my mind sepia photographs of women in coffee shops”

Marzipan & Cotton Sarees

I finally went to Marzipan on Tuesday. I took a roundabout of Ulsoor lake and landed at a junction I should have paid attention to much earlier. When I got there, I was relieved to find that it had an accessible parking spot – something that Bangalore has taught me to look for, so meanly.Continue reading “Marzipan & Cotton Sarees”

A Tuesday in December

Last night, I downed half a glass of wine and watched Hannah and her Sisters. I am going through a Woody Allen phase. Waking up was hard, had to skip Yoga to beat the 9:00 am traffic. I used a new soap today. It was very soapy and not creamy at all. In college, my dayContinue reading “A Tuesday in December”

The Parisian Cafe – III

It stands quietly at the end of a street, the way small town coffee shops sometimes do in big cities. Unafraid, yet unwelcoming because of its smallness. Everybody can see everybody and everybody seems to know everybody. You wonder how the chairs fit themselves into their tables on days that you are not here. YouContinue reading “The Parisian Cafe – III”

Over Cups of Ginger Tea and Brandy

There is an odd gratification in the desire to go back to somebody’s past, not yours, to see how they laughed, lived and loved. The first few conversations leave you high and dry. You sit huddled at a table in front of them, your hands cupping your chin, listening with rapt attention to stories, toContinue reading “Over Cups of Ginger Tea and Brandy”