Certainly I was overexcited. There’s no point denying it. After a month of being a shipwreck on the shore of the sea of life, only staying afloat due to very occasional uplifting encounters with mermen and mermaids like Mirek and Ksenija. (They have a truly excellent beautifully written and put together blog by the way, […]Read More Ubud…the Dancing Quince.
I tried to think it over but the words got in the way These words say it much more better anyway. Most people live on a lonely island Lost in the middle of a foggy sea Most people long for another island One where they know they would like to be Bali Ha’i may call […]Read More Bali Hai
The glamours of the KM Kelud on parade for you.Read More Beautiful Boat People
Some wonderful images sent to us from our cousin Rono in Kolkata.Read More Lovely Indian Images
Hinglish. Perhaps the most evolved of all the variations of our noble mother tongue. Most felicitous and expressive, most bower birdish and elastic, most sweet to the senses, most profound to the reason. You know it makes sense. We know that Shakespeare and Chaucer would have approved. But enough of car now Le jay. What is […]Read More Hinglish Rules !
Got lost on the way to breakfast, past a school uniform shop, school uniforms have certainly changed since our day. Found ourselves on Chowringhee, wacked on the bonce by a descending traffic arm, footpath up, footpath down, our feet like monkey’s paws feeling the ground beneath, soles undulating with the terrain, toes clutching the broken […]Read More A Little Ray of Sunshine in Bishop LeFroy Street