It was one of those days - everything seemed wrong - sinkholes on Mount Road, Ripon building falling apart, smog mask on my niece in Delhi, non-stop drilling for the last one month in a neighbouring apartment, real estate dealings that frustrate, ridiculous political fuss over a movie, power failure accompanied by an EB man on top of the transformer with what seemed as utter disregard to safety - and I was ready to move out of the city; and country for that matter.
While I seriously reviewed New Zealand, Scotland, Canada and Scotland, my more sensible husband gently suggested that I go for a walk. I needed the exercise he said, the fresh air would do me good, he said. (I think he just wanted me and my ranting out of the house.) And so I went.
Oh Madras, all is forgiven.
In a minute, it was gone.
A minute that filled me with so much awe, delight and elation.
I am so lucky.
Blue skies ever since,
Peace at home.
A relieved husband.
While I seriously reviewed New Zealand, Scotland, Canada and Scotland, my more sensible husband gently suggested that I go for a walk. I needed the exercise he said, the fresh air would do me good, he said. (I think he just wanted me and my ranting out of the house.) And so I went.
Oh Madras, all is forgiven.
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| The clouds caught the light of the setting sun and magically transformed the waters into gold and orange. |
In a minute, it was gone.
A minute that filled me with so much awe, delight and elation.
I am so lucky.
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| And today morning, it was a silvery sea. A black and white portrait, ever changing, as the clouds scudded by with the strong breezes from the north. |
Peace at home.
A relieved husband.
