Monthly Archives: August 2015

SWIMMING BLUES: Our Experiments in the pool

drowning-hands

My dream: a) To float on the surface of a pond or a lake for minutes like a fallen leaf, like what my father used to do. Save for a nose and tummy protruding, everything else was submerged in the water as he floated and meditated on the clouds flitting by. 2) Shed the tyre around my belly. 3) Claim I am still young to learn swimming. Experiences before: Indebted to my students Vinod and Saji for my long experience … Continue reading

A cup of black passion

Teapot and cup

Just trying to feel my fingers around words (after a long gap in blogging) with the aid of a cup of black tea, my new-found love. I disliked black tea. The dark, astringent, dusty liquid with jagged corners every molecule, that cut and rearrange the very formation of my taste buds and thoughts had nothing in common with me, I always knew, and but, yeah, I must admit, I too never caught it – that egoist of a beverage – … Continue reading