
Englishman and auto rickshaw drivers?









Englishman and auto rickshaw drivers?

That might relate to a day in the park.




Wood, frame, saw, lecturer, helpful students. What could it be?


Another is, it would have been ManjulaтАЩs 48th birthday on the 21st August
Last night I completed chapter eight of our story Full Full (working title), of draft three (with many more to come) it was particularly difficult to work on, as it related the story of her last year. In some ways it also helped.
This morning I was outside our house, sitting on a stone slab bench, beneath our wonderful strong shading tree. I was waiting for my neighbour, for our morning cycle.
A friend came along

It was a messenger from Manjula to reveal she knew what I was doing, supported me and sent her love.



With critical timing.

IтАЩve had a few messengers now.
Equally impressive was the circling dragonfly and even pretty moths get in on the act.

I discretely followed it to try and take a photo but I could only get this silhouette before it flew away.
An hour later Lucie and returned home to it resting on the door knob. only to surprise me again and land on one of our windows.

It has the scary images of two reflective eyes on its wings, itтАЩs wing span is seven inches or more and now itтАЩs gone.
It arrived a day after I had, once again, in exasperation called out to Manjula complaining that I couldnтАЩt feel her presence or hear a message.

IтАЩm happier now.
Tanuja tells me itтАЩs a moth. So now we know messages come via Dragonflies, Butterflies and Moths.
WeтАЩll keep you posted as more messengers are added to the list. ЁЯЩВЁЯЩГЁЯднЁЯШЙЁЯМЮ
ItтАЩs 58 minutes, with two minutes to go. The Englishman likes to be on time and a little early.

Tea is made and in my favourite тАШcranky old guys ruleтАЩ mug. LucieтАЩs medicines given, computer switched on, air bud things in my ear, matched to the comp Bluetooth, WiFi working ok. Check, quick splash of the face ooooh forgot my treat, a doughnut from SAPA bakery.
IтАЩm sorted.
Redrafted structure of our story sent to Pam yesterday for discussion today.
WeтАЩre ready to roll.
Except woooooooooo IтАЩm exactly one hour early the meeting is at 11.00 not 10.00!
Idiot.
IтАЩll now spend a few moments reflecting in the present. ItтАЩs a new thing I learned from Madam
Is this early onset of, you know A……., over excitement to dive into the тАШLabour of LoveтАЩ unlikely as I have to constantly deal with being taken over by тАШidle-ous-ness and lethargyтАЩ combined (itтАЩs in the air and not a new thing).
Or have I just lost it? Probably.
IтАЩll have to wait.
Doughnut now or later is my biggest current challenge.

The number of books










The number and range of readers.

She might be young but negotiated an extension of a seven day loan to ten days. ЁЯЩВЁЯЩГЁЯШЙ our very first children to borrow books from ManjulaтАЩs library.
MAnjula embraced everything and everyone.

She experienced unkindness throughout her life, yet always and especially in the last nine years was the most kind.
MAnjula continues to give

Our fine house was a place of support and conversation for women and not just our guests. Manjula’s networks. We’ve continued to support our drivers and they’ve joined the Manjula Mask Movement.











I still am
relying on and remembering Manjula’s kindness
Reading library torched.
Sadly a wonderful project set up by a poor kind helpful guy, here in Mysore was torched last week.

Why would people do such a thing?
Already people are beginning to help. ThereтАЩs an appeal here or Manjula and I will be making a direct donation. Contact me if you wish to join in, tours@mycycle.co
My good friend Brian, who has a cameo appearance in my short story тАШlooking for a homeтАЩ also sent a kind thoughtful poem on ManjulaтАЩs second death anniversary.
тАЬremember
we rediscover
step by step
the world you showed me
and remember my hand
is in your hand still
and remember my body
is the hammock of your presence
think of this—love ends
where the void begins
and we pierce the void together.тАЭ
Michele Najlis
From the poem A Fernando
On this second anniversary of Manjula slipping away to continue her journey, friends have continued their Kind support.
This from a thoughtful friend in Mumbai
Through the doors in your eyes
I formed my sweet little home
When you left
This life became homeless
The shade of your tresses
Is now not in my destiny
The melody of your dainty feet
Is now not in my destiny
The echo of your laughter
Is no longer here
The fragrance of your aura
Is no longer here
When I think about you
Your thoughts are all that remain in this life
Your memory is what makes me complete the cycle of
Each breath. Each moment. Each day.
You just floated away
Leaving me at the crossroads of life
I remain there stranded
Longing for your return
Neither did you know
Nor did I
That this was all the time that we could get together
In this lifetime
May you be happy in your new world
That is my only wish
With the hope that one day
I will join you once again
In your loving embrace
With you, hand in hand
In that new world.

from Amargani
Thank you, Stephen
and in its original form in Hindi
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рдореБрдЭреЗ рдПрдХ рдЖрд╢рд┐рдпрд╛рдирд╛ рдорд┐рд▓рд╛ рдерд╛
рддреВ рдЬрдм рдЪрд▓реА рдЧрдпреА
рдпреЗ рдЬрд╝рд┐рдВрджрдЧрд╛рдиреА рдмреЗрдЧрд╛рдиреА рд╕реА рд╣реЛ рдЧрдпреА
рддреЗрд░реЗ рдЭреБрд▓реНрдлреЛрдВ рдХреА рдЪрд╛рдКрдБ
рдореЗрд░реЗ рдирд╕реАрдм рдореЗрдВ рдЕрдм рдирд╣реАрдВ
рддреЗрд░реЗ рдЪрдВрдЪрд▓ рдкрд╛рдКрдБ рдХреА рдЖрд╣рдЯ
рдЕрдм рдореЗрд░реЗ рдирд╕реАрдм рдореЗрдВ рдирд╣реАрдВ
рддреЗрд░реЗ рд╣рдБрд╕реА рдХреА рдЫрд╛рдпрд╛
рдЕрдм рдЗрдзрд░ рддреЛрд╣ рдирд╣реАрдВ
рддреЗрд░реЗ рдкрд╡рди рдХреА рдЦрд╝реБрд╢реНрдмреВ
рдЕрдм рдЗрдзрд░ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ
рддреЗрд░реА рдЬрдм рдпрд╛рдж рдЖрдпреЗ
рдЗрд╕ рдмрд╛рдХрд┐ рдХреЗ рдЬрд╝рд┐рдВрджрдЧрд╛рдиреА рдореЗрдВ
рдмрд╕ рдпрд╛рдж рддреЗрд░реА рдореБрдЭреЗ рдкрд╛рд░ рдХрд░рд╛рдпреЗ
рд╣рд░ рдкрд▓ред рд╣рд░ рд╕рд╛рдВрд╕ред рд╣рд░ рджрд┐рди
рддреВ рдЬреЛ рдЪрд▓ рдкрдбрд╝реА
рдЪреМрд░рд╛рд╣реЗ рдкреЗ рдореБрдЭ рдХреЛ рдЫреЛрдбрд╝ рдХрд░
рдореИрдВ рдмрд╕ рдЦрдбрд╝рд╛ рд░рд╣ рдЧрдпрд╛
рддреЗрд░реА рд░рд╛рд╣ рджреЗрдЦ рдХрд░
рдирд╛ рддреВрдиреЗ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛ рдирд╛ рдореИрдВрдиреЗ
рдмрд╕ рдЗрддрдирд╛ рд╣реА рд╕рд╛рде рдерд╛ рд╣рдорд╛рд░рд╛
рдЗрд╕ рд╕рдВрд╕рд╛рд░ рдореЗрдВ
рддреВ рдЦреБрд╢ рд░рд╣реЗ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдирдпреА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рдореЗрдВ
рдореЗрд░реА рдмрд╕ рдпреЗ рдПрдХ рддрдордиреНрдирд╛ рд╣реИ
рдкрд░ рдЖрд╢рд╛ рдпрд╣ рд╣реИ рдХреА
рдореИрдВ рдлрд┐рд░ рд╕реЗ рд╕реЗрд╣рд▓рд╛рдКрдБрдЧрд╛
рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░реА рдмрд╛рд╣реЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ
рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░реЗ рд╕рд╛рде, рд╣рд╛рде рдореЗрдВ рд╣рд╛рде
рдЙрд╕ рдирдпреА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рдореЗрдВ

