The Bali Blog. . .

I'm in Bali, Indonesia.  Most travel writers and visitors have talked about the breathtaking vistas of royal blue sea rolling towards golden sand lined with coconut palms, but, I've already experienced beautiful views and more in my December visit to Goa, India, so I'm expecting more... and I'm not disappointed

A song that changed my life. . .

“Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place, such a lovely place

Such a lovely face . . .”

 

I mouthed the words silently, then gave in and sang along in my assumed British baritone as I bolted my bedroom door firmly shut behind me.  Radio Mirchi played   the top charts every weeknight at 11 p.m. by which time my parents were comfortably ensconced in their beds and woe betide anybody who disturbed my mom’s slumber.  She was always going on and on about how light a sleeper she was and any noise, a mouse scurrying over the floor boards; the clink of the glass Coca-Cola and Limca bottles as my brother yanked the refrigerator door open, looking for a midnight snack, jarred her awake. 

Spring. . .

I love the freshness of Spring. The cherry blossom trees outside my office window shake their fragrant petals in the slight breeze and shower them on my puppy and me as I walk my white Westie terrier in the soft ambient light of the late-afternoon sun.

DANCING...

In the first year of my marriage I discovered my husband, the dancer. It was an arranged marriage; hastily hatched over cups of tea and samosas in a family friend's drawing room—so we were still discovering facets of each other hitherto unknown.

A Good life Equals Good Relationships

Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing. ~ Arundhati Roy

I've just come back from India, and I miss it already.  I don't miss the dirt, the pollution, the poverty, the constant crowds of people . . .