Manjula once told me that she wished to be reincarnated as a tree
This book reminded me of that
So if you ever see me talking to a tree….
You know.
Remembering Manjula
Category: differently observed
Did we get the timing wrong?
First Sunday after returning home.
When Kaveri visits we’ve started going to swimming pool Sunday morning but we’ve got timing wrong or they’ve changed the rules.
Women and children only.
How is that possible with an old man and in India?
As you can see it’s a bit empty.
But this being India, I managed to get in for half the session.
I’m not altogether sure what’s the biggest attraction. Swimming or bakery.
I think we know.
Catching up with Kaveri
I’ve missed not seeing her for almost six weeks followed by a flurry
On the drive home she spelt words after giving me a series of drawings, at least one for each week we missed seeing each other.
I’ve visited the school twice already this week. As a ‘family’ visit with scotaussie Ina and to attend the Independence Day celebrations with French Paul.
This weekend we’ve started with skating, she worried that she may have forgotten it, (no chance) a monsoon landing and hilarious walk home
Followed by opening the giant parcel I brought on the plane and Kaveri’s first Lego build.
I was so impressed by Kaveri quickly getting into following and implementing the Lego instructions. She clearly has never experienced anything like it before. I must also admit that I’ve cracked it, and have successfully bought clothes for a nine-year old. We all know it’ll not last.
Ina’s patient tolerance, knows no bounds.
Outta here.
As we know—— Travel brings so many benefits—- broadening horizons, being challenged, learning outside our comfort zones, time for reflection, meeting new people….. blah blah
One overriding lesson, is from comparing and contrasting the two countries. I now know India is way ahead in so many ways.
At the airport as I await my flight, there’s women in sarees, and shalwa but just one man (me) in Kurta.
As Indian kids would say Hi-Bye.
What is it about Britain?
Rubbish weather, high prices, useless government, the kingdom is collapsing.
But it’s also magical
On this tour I’ve found ….
Unicorns in Bristol
Gorillas in London
Monsters at WOMAD
And wonderful friends everywhere …
Fab
Celebrating Indian hand loom weaving in London
Perfecting Sleep
Manjula used to catch me napping.
Now Jony’s done it.
Or am I meditating?
Life is such a challenge.
Parks, people and other things in London
Another update for friends in India, showing similarities and differences, same and different.
Next stop Bristol
Sally in Bristol.
Sally first visited us at Mysore Bed and Breakfast, years ago. She now leads textile tours of India.
Exploring the city, finding magic, public arts and engineering innovations.
Pictures of England Part two shopping
One for Kaveri. The pavement (sidewalk) is smooth enough for skating unlike in Mysore.
Later that day, outside Poppy’s flat
The three police cars with flashing lights have circled a woman pedestrian who’s lying on the road, injured after an accident with a two wheeler. Three police are directing the traffic, one is interviewing the two wheeler rider and two more are giving First Aid to the injured woman.
It’s all calm.
Everyone did as asked and all went smoothly.
I didn’t take photos of the immediate situation or hang around, out of respect.
Me and MYCycle 