Wednesday, July 01, 2015. And I write, once again. again there is fuel, to the fire - enough for many lifetimes this time - and yet one life which may yet be cut short - ahead of its time. I feel, once again - no longer a rock, an island - but a whirlpool of emotions - at the edge of sobbery - waiting to burst into tears. Sitting in silences, waiting for an inevitability. Dreading the actuality of when and not if. To Barase Paanii Ye Paanii Magar. Aankhon Mein Kyuun Aa Gayaa.

Walking along the shoreline, finding shells and rocks is addicting. I often find myself head down along the waterline while the rest of my family is enjoying the view. A few smaller agates and shells I found this week. I see a lot of beach combing and rockhounding ahead! Freshwate.

SoooTimes when I miss having a man in my life. 1 Standing in some godforsaken part of Delhi, not knowing directions, having sent the driver home, eternal school buddy being busy and with every other girl getting dropped home by her boyfriend. Yes I do take the cab but still ok. 2 At some crowded party when everyone is holding hands just to show they are together. 3 In this dreaded cold Delhi weather.

The Bar at the corner of No and Where. The safe haven just left of the middle. Home of the thinking classes, replete with clowning, philosophy and behaviour generally just this side of sanity. Friday, September 2, 2011. Migration season us upon us. Wednesday, August 10, 2011. As a review bonus, this high-res imag.