The day felt like peppermint tea and poetry written by a recluse poet as the sky purpled with hints of grey at the edges of frayed clouds.
The days of playing pretend were supposedly over twelve years ago but playing tourist in a city you’ve been living in for the past three years can be an invigorating adventure, rediscovering the old haunts and some new places you’d been postponing to visit for ever so long.
In some majestic buildings justice is served and we can only hope that the deliverers are as upright-morally- as those tall structures.
p.s Photographs of tree from down below, with the sun glinting through the branches, are some of favourites. Here’s one.
p.p.s It’s fun to explore and just wander. Do it on a Sunday.
I had a lovely summer, finally with some free time and I graduated from college, so I’d chalk that up to a good time.
Church Street milling with people mid day is where I found myself, disappearing into the throng, walking with no place to go until I met a friend and we sat ourselves down to catch up on everything we’d been missing, long been kept from enjoying time off, no pressing deadlines or harried hellos and goodbyes. We’d been through some hell of a ringer and came out clean on the other side. And in that late afternoon, we sat outside a cafe, smelling of cinammon in the air. The smell of nicotine intermingled as we sucked on pale white cigarettes, vestiges of lipstick with names like wine festival and bold crimson caressing the tips. And I remember thinking, summer smells so sweet.
Light filtered through kaleidoscope tinted sky lights, and the light buzz of beer was coloured with reds, blues and bright yellows. Behind me were little wooden houses, brightly painted and in rows perched on shelves lined till the ceiling where the colours of the stained glass danced upon them as if for tiny little people. And on many occasions, we all feel tinier than we are but with a couple of beers in hand and bowling drunkenly afterwards, the brightly coloured bowling balls sloping ever always to the right, we could not have felt any bigger than at that very moment.
Trees blooming with pink flowers are such a sight to see and one of my favourites, even when a tram is zipping me by so fast I couldn’t hold on to take a picture fast enough. Thankfully I did. And with a lake spread out before my eyes and fishermen waiting for the long haul not too far away, I felt like a tiny dot among the crowd, in a way that made me realize we’re all trying and we’re all okay.
I just adore staring up at tree canopies and taking pictures of those patches of sky peeking through clusters of leaves. Adding a few filters certainly doesn’t hurt either.
During the holidays I was indulging in some zentangles, discovered on Pinterest, and it’s been a great way to wile away time that would have undoubtedly been spent whining about boredom.
I did the pea-nuckle tangle in black and white and it’s one of my favourites! I’d love to become a certified zentangle teacher (CZT)!
p.s I am now done with the photography challenge! Woohoo
I look up to see electric wires criss-cross on the cloudy canvas, slashing at cirrus like permanent ink lines, the view from the second floor.
Twenty nine steps higher and the sky is sliced in half with the crooked slants of rooftops like teeth in a tart.
It is these sorts of days that the clouds look almost alive, drifting and aimless much like I am, no place of their own.
But that’s the thing about drifting, it’ll take you places you never knew before. Chances are, one will feel like home.
Recently bought a new laptop and a new calculator (which I hope motivates me to do well in statistics).
This weekend I’d gone to Hole in the Wall in Koramangala, Bangalore and had an amazing lunch. This place is known for its breakfast items and I certainly understood why. Their Complete Veggie Omelette is delicious, light, fluffy, loaded with cheese and vegetables of your choice (I had jalapeños, mushrooms, olives). I also tried their deep fried peanut butter and jelly sandwich, pancakes with caramelised bananas and hash browns. Only the hash browns were pretty disappointing. The watermelon juice was nice and refreshing so all in all it was a great meal that had me absolutely stuffed!
It wasn’t even just the food though, I loved the minimalist decor and the fact that it’s a house remodelled into a cafe. I preferred its outdoor seating more than indoor and thankfully we got a table on the balcony. The fresh air was great! Perfect way to spend the weekend.