Pooh-pooh!

“I am not scared of mice, mashi,” declared the 4-year-old niece by way of greeting when we met recently. But I am. So I jumped. ‘Where did you see them?’ I asked, not quite shrieking but still shrill enough to drown the squawking parrots feeding on the anar tree in the garden. “No silly mashi, … Continue reading

smells like… happiness!

*(Tales of Deliciousness!) Sweat. Blood. Grime. Boy, how I love Sundays! That’s when My Boy comes back from his game, gloriously sweaty, parts of him caked in mud and sometimes blood crusted over where the spurs ripped his skin. Such headying, adrenaline-charged deliciousness! I scarce know where to lick! Where to sniff! Armpits. Crotch. Socks. … Continue reading

mixed metaphors

Started out tame, it did, the first episode with winter come. But the scheming and uncertain alliances portend the drawn-quartered/hung/split/spilled guts to come. In anticipation of the blood and gore, pulling out scenes carved into the doors of churches and palaces and from paintings in airy museums, which brought on instant flashes of Game of … Continue reading

flights of fancy

Sighing over the inked gorgeousness of the Kalij Pheasants, their bijoux bandit look on account of the ruby shadowing their eye, I finally gave up pretending to be a bird enthusiast and admitted that I’m more a whimsical aesthete. Each time I see a bird (most strikingly in breeding plumage!), I only peripherally notice how … Continue reading

the good life*

(* wish you were here…)   As the bulbul flashed his red bottom on my balcony garden, a cheeky tomato red to the poinsettia’s cheerful ruby, I caught myself in the act of yet another impulsive-compulsive click and thought back to that snow leopard stakeout scene in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Walter Mitty: … Continue reading