Beautiful warm spring weather; flowers in full bloom.
Ice-cream for breakfast. A morning at Gore place, spent sitting on the grass, basking in the sun. Watching Alpacas and goats; sheep being sheared.
Followed by fresh fava beans, green almonds, Muhammara and Baklava at Arax in Watertown.
An evening spent in pleasant company. Walking around the lovely, lovely Mt.Auburn cemetery where lie buried, among others, H.W.Longfellow and Oliver Wendell Holmes. And demitasse shot of luscious hot chocolate at L.A.Burdick.
And to end, a wonderful, unexpected recital of Brahms and Mendelssohn by the Cambridge Chamber Players at the Dunster House Library.
And to think, as of 10 a.m. this morning, I had no plans for the day.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
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Monday, April 07, 2008
On a trip to my friend M's place in Cochin back when we were in college, I became mildly obsessed with learning how to read Malayalam (don't ask), and with some help from M and her cousins, I somehow managed to learn the script. The obsession lasted for several more months. In order to practice my reading, every time M went back home, I'd ask her to bring me a copy of the Malayala Manorama, something she'd invariably forget to do.
Until one monday morning, having just returned from Kerala, M said to me, "I haven't forgotten this time. In fact, I brought you two!" Excited, I opened the cover only to be confronted by a very fat, topless Mallu woman. Poor M, thoroughly embarrassed said "Well, at least now I know why the other passengers were giving me strange looks!" She had quite innocently bought me a couple of Mallu porn magazines. Heh. These I certainly did not want to read. M & I tore 'em up into little pieces and chucked them in the dustbin (but not before the boys in class had had a dekko).
Oh, college was so much fun. Been trying to learn Nastaliq/Urdu these days (incredibly difficult, but I persevere), which is what triggered above recollection.
Until one monday morning, having just returned from Kerala, M said to me, "I haven't forgotten this time. In fact, I brought you two!" Excited, I opened the cover only to be confronted by a very fat, topless Mallu woman. Poor M, thoroughly embarrassed said "Well, at least now I know why the other passengers were giving me strange looks!" She had quite innocently bought me a couple of Mallu porn magazines. Heh. These I certainly did not want to read. M & I tore 'em up into little pieces and chucked them in the dustbin (but not before the boys in class had had a dekko).
Oh, college was so much fun. Been trying to learn Nastaliq/Urdu these days (incredibly difficult, but I persevere), which is what triggered above recollection.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
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