Friday, March 29, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Agnes/Incy
I would like to introduce you to Agnes/Incy. She's about 2 weeks old, about a foot and three quarters in diameter when she's stretched all her arms out, and has a surprisingly pleasant disposition for spider. Shamoo thinks she's a man, so she always calls her Him, and she asked me if it was possible that we both thought Agnes was of a different gender, and I said yes, just that Agnes might suffer from some dire questions about her/his identity somewhere along the line.
Inika loves Agnes, but she only calls her Incy, and she thinks it's a he-spider too.
Say hello, everyone.
Inika loves Agnes, but she only calls her Incy, and she thinks it's a he-spider too.
Say hello, everyone.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
unlikely
On a print job in fort (Bombay) and I had three hours to kill before anything came back so I walked into Leopold's. Never been there before and there was no waiting line like always, so I decided to go in. I was asked to be seated opposite a random woman, tall and big eyed, as is done to maximize space in leo's(?) The interior design magazines tell you to add mirrors if you want to create the illusion of a larger room, but they never mention that mirrors also double the number people in the room. When the shootings happened, can't imagine the chaos here.. Back to the table -- I'm seated, I begin conversation. Are you from here? No, Singapore. She has a strange Malayan accent. She looks mostly (South) Indian. She works for the government of Singapore. As a police officer. She's backpacking here, read about it in Shantharam -- look at the books stacked at the cash counter -- evidence. Food arrives. Her Kesar Pista icecream is not green, shame. Ideally, it would've been a green pista base with kesar bits in it, she says. People on every table are trying to get wide angle pictures of the place. She speaks Tamil! her great grandparents were from India. Her Tamil accent is more natural than her English. But it was too strange to continue this game of go on, speak more in that language, so I dropped it. Didn't have too much to talk about really. Almost end of meal I blurt, I'm sorry I didn't get your name. Sindhu. She's smiling. My jaw is dropping. I check again. I explain. We exchange cards. We walk out, eat a paan together.
Labels:
ambience,
Cities,
Eyes,
flights,
Food,
names,
only beings.,
Random,
reflection,
sindhu,
tingliness
Monday, March 11, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
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