Going Home

Going both sides a week each, starting Saturday. Children are very excited and I'm anxious, as usual. Trips are no more fun, are they?

The other day Rajani and I were having one of these debates and I was countering her arguments that Bangalore has taken much more from us than given. I said while we all love to hate this place and would forever harp on how good our native places are, - though when we go there most of us come back shortening our trips or crib, citing the bad weather - we stay here all our lives and in the process, give nothing back to the city and make living worse for the original inhabitants. She said most of them had become richer. I said she was richer too but that didn't necessarily make her happier.

Actually my fear is that my place will no longer be the same the time I decide to return there.

Anu and her Maanu Dada

Prime Time

Today power outage in our area - in fact from sometime in the middle of the night itself - and I had a cold bath. Reminded me of my Hyderabad days when I used to take cold water baths mercilessly even in the deepest winter. And feel proud of it too! Must be the arrogance of youth, when you feel special just because you are young.

It's been more than 10 years since I left that place but I remember all the three houses very well, every room of them. Hyderabad will always remain very special to me, with so many fond memories.

Arlington Heights

Another place with 'different' memories, shall I put it? Good, of course.

Small Mercies

I finished "Mercy among the Children" and was disappointed in the end. It was as if the writer went out of his way to make life tough for the protagonist.

S seems to have turned a writer! He sent me some short stories in Kannada and they are nice.