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. There’s an appeal here or Manjula and I will be making a direct donation. Contact me if you wish to join in, tours@mycycle.co
Yesterday at a village Temple close to here one group of people had to sit outside and were not allowed to enter or fully participate in the puja.
Why?
The people were from what’s called a scheduled caste and who were the superior one’s allowed inside?
This is 2021.
What are you doing?
It’s nice and cool
We went to the vets again today as Lucie was sick a few times last week.
She has problems with her liver and kidneys maybe due to Tick Fever she caught a year ago.
It’s a chronic condition, just medication to help her organs function but not cure.
It’s very serious.
It’s been a difficult few years.
All these arrival are especially important as we’re missing real life people coming to stay with us.
I had my vaccination a week ago and my fauci mycrosoft implant doesn’t seem to be working.
As I get older and more confused I’ve decided I need one so my sons in London and Vancouver can keep track.
Had it inserted into my bone today and the false tooth will be in place soon. This African model includes a microphone as well as the tracking device.
is proving to be quite a challenge, partly as there is a
“paradox at the heart of the enterprise, the inevitable tension between the distance required for apprehension — for a perspective to emerge in which events can find their proper place — and the pressured immediacy of vivid narrative.” from The Art of Time in Memoir by Sven Birkets.
It’s telling a story when the trauma, the wound of: Manjula’s death, the circumstances leading up to it, the wider context and my powerlessness to act on what was happening is still very much with me and therefore makes it harsh and tender by turns. It’s necessary but hard, so the telling of the tale doesn’t progress at a speed or in ways that I’d like..
It’s about knowing when to focus-in the lens and when to pull back, with both “experience tasted and experience digested.”
In addition, I’m having to write in proper English with the handicap that I’m from Yorkshire.
Manjula, still with me, gently sighs, as she’s seen it all before.
Ani, (69) her of Bylakuppe and I, 63/64) had our vaccinations today.
The dedicated team at Apollo did their utmost and we return in one month for dose two.
All went well.
And I’ve got my first certificate
Me and MYCycle 