Scars on the face of sky.

Airplanes in the sky and me share a unique rapport. From the time when we used to think that the places flying at high altitudes leaving a trail of white smoke were rockets to the time when a friend of mine described night time planes as "blink blink...blink blink...there it goes again".


My daily walk acclimatized me to many things both in nature and nurture. I love the "shankasur"  and red, orange, yellow, green and violet mini "ghaneri" flowers that dot the rental communities.  I look up and I always see the morning "rockets" that dot the sky. Sometimes their tracks crisscrossing each other. the tracks creating temporary scars on cloudless blue summer sky. Creating their temporary footprints that get wiped up slowly by the rarified air up.


Scars on beautiful blue sky lady indeed.

My daily walk

Thanks to our rental community's initiative, our gym is in renovation and a few of the regulars are in the sun (ok winter sun) trying hard to do some semblance of exercise to keep from putting on more weight.


This motivated me to form a path my self. This path is complete around my community, an O that forms. I start by leaving my pilla with the bus and then starting off, almost wistfully looking at the warm gym and putting hoodie on my ears I start off. I reach the main road and start off. There is a community of self owned homes that starts just after our rental community. My eyes mentally start doing the usual searching and mental check as I find it. There is a house that some times emanates delicious indian smells (more on that later). A house later that house that has near ripe sweet limes, then the house that has wind chimes and weirdly painted tattooed moon hanging. I turn right then and forge a bit uphill ahead. The community still continues and then there is a park at the other side of the road. a science academy passes me and I run the three roads leading in and out of it as there are cars reaching and exiting the academy. Then another community starts. The road now starts getting calmer and soon I see the sign for school zone end . I walk for new more minutes to find another sign stating school ahead. I see a house that had pomegranates hanging from a corner tree (they are extremely sour...I had picked one outside for experimental purpose) soon another school starts, this one an international school. I reach a corner from where I take a right again. I meet an aged volunteer (who would surely pass as Santa clause in Christmas) who shouts a hearty good morning to me. I shout back smilingly as I forge ahead.  after this school ends, another one is already in the horizon. I meet an aged Greta Garbo volunteer sitting on the chair who gives a robust good morning and makes me instantly give a warm smile. I meet a few of my path friends (!!) like a rather handsome mouchtached and bearded person in shorts and goggles or  a bespectacled Robin Williams replica in a bit weird cycle ( he carries his kid in the carrier behind him) who smiles and waves . sometimes a Chinese old woman who smiles back at me. I pass the school's ground where preschoolers are playing and creating a cute ruckus a few parents in groups and gossiping.
 I reach my place to take the D track and again walk the same track but in opposite direction. Since this path is more down hill, I finish my calls then. the path by now had become silent due the schools starting their daily curriculum by now. I pass the park again and decide to come one day on my own with a coffee and snack and sit on one of the benches and enjoy. But even my self knows that this wont happen. I reach my place. Cold from outside the jacket but my tee sticking to me. I remove my shoes slowly and start a tea before I head to shower. Days workout over.

A lazy saturday morning

With khichuri bubbling away in oven and my blank spot just not ready to go. I know that I am not a travelogue person. I am a foodie but not a recipe writing and clicking person. I love to write experiences but don't know.


My recent obsessions are none as lady of leisure is still getting adjusted in managing the home and kid front without an ounce of help from better (definitely ?????) half . Nah...ranting is also not my cup of tea.


So as mickey mouse buzzing in background, having no audience ok, a silent one tapping away and for whom its put up is exploring the world carelessly knowing that the mother hen is distracted.

Music so brings nostalgia

Have you ever had that ringing in ears long after you have crossed the sound frequency of a particular song? no...not hearing the song in your mind but more hearing the pulse in your ears.


It happened today with me. I had taken my pilla to our daily walks in and around dog shite perfumed (our noses and eyes have got adjusted to this real long ago...yes it happens in US too and not only India...maybe Vegas smells like this...just like shite) tracks near our community. We have a set road which we either start from one end or another. Today was the usual route. 1/2 of journey done, we started walking a curve in our community. This route is like a caps D or more like a double C, one inside another. As I started this route, a few steps. A strangely haunting but very delightful to the ears tune was heard. My pilla was busy blabbering something from school.


The song sounded more like a practice of classical dance. I could hear it till quite a few steps ahead, mostly because there are no buildings in between. I took a return journey for hearing the song again. I couldn't understand the words which I am sure were chakali kadboli (at my place we called south indian languages as that ...since I cannot understand them at all) but it surely made my mood.


I just so wished to have a cuppa ginger tea  or hot filter coffee and listen to this song from afar, my thoughts taking me mostly to south indian corners of Mumbai where there were tirupati temples, stalls selling kudukudu (south indian language script) magazines and news papers or snacks .


I came home, a smile on my lips to make my self tea, the song ghost playing in my ears long after I had heard it.