Smileys appear on our street.
I’m reminded of how I’d felt the need to protect my broken heart — like this one in a bottle — while looking around me at the images of my beautiful MAnjula which trigger happy joyful memories of our wonderful but short time together.
Tomorrow we’ll share a meal with MAnjula and a few close friends.
Me and MYCycle 
I wonder which fairy angelput those there? 😉🥰
🤔🤭😶 someone who should know better about organising impromptu holidays.
I’m vaguely thinking about few days in Kannur ostensibly built around Kaveri who is, of course, the most unpredictable because of her mum. All a gift of MAnjula. Tanuja and family, Satish and family, SB and Naveen, kaveri and her aunty, me and Lucie. Forget herding cats, it’s frogs. Manjula would have loved it and thought it hilarious.