October 7th, 2010


The Cloud Has Passed....

Though the symptoms (painful rash, sore throat, fever) that made the docs suspect endocarditis, have still not gone, the mitral valve infection has been ruled out, tests have shown that D's heart and lungs are in excellent shape, and he's come home from the hospital...YAYYYYYY!

I am relieved...and happy...I always feel that health is the only parameter that I truly worry about, for loved ones!

I went to Bandipur yesterday (didn't feel like sitting at home waiting for the test results) and the beauty of the monsoon clouds amongst the truly blue mountains of the Nilgiri ranges was breath-taking...photos will never do justice to it, but still, will post some. asakiyume, get ready!


I spoke of the clouds that had been lifted from our hearts, with a cardiac infection having been ruled out...but there are clouds which are wonderful presences in nature....yesterday, at Chik Yelchetti and Lokkere villages, in Bandipur, we watched the changing forms of the clouds in the monsoon sky....

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I loved the sight of this windmill, placed, perhaps as a kind of scarecrow, in the fields:

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Flowers as a business....

We stopped on the way to Bandipur to buy flowers for the Forest Officers, and I got these photographs. I think the there is a real contrast between the hard-headed business sense that's required to survive in a small business, and the light touch required to handle flowers to make garlands and bouquets out of them....

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The finished garlands are hung up...and on the dusty road they give a splash of colour and a whiff of heady perfume:

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Next to the shop, in careless fashion, a sack full of marigolds lies, scattering bits of gold on to the road:

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Flowers, no matter how commercial the setting in which one sees them...are beautiful. But I could not help a very negative thought...the sight of these flowers for sale, thrown on the ground, reminds me of young women, who, due to various imperatives, must also sell themselves, their youth and fragrance, upon the streets....