Button, during one of my morning visits to our terrace garden to meet and greet the trees and plants, I bumped into a massive spider web that stretched from the Christmas tree to the jasmine tree and, as I flung my arms helter skelter to get the sticky gossamer off my face, I saw a fly stuck in it struggling to get free.
Button, I committed an act of violence for which Dost reprimanded me and rightly so.
Button, the family is in a quandary trying to fix a name for the kitten we’ve finally adopted.
The beginning of September of this year threw me into a depression that lasted till November though these three months were less severe than the first episode that lasted for almost 6 months.
Button, this post is based on what my psychologist asked me to write on as part of my homework.
Button, you are aware of huge rats partying in our terrace garden night after night, digging up huge chunks of earth, eating new shoots of plants and sprouting herbs, chewing on clothes and leaving gaping holes on them.
Button, This morning’s Mumbai Mirror carried a front-page as well as an inside full-page story on how a family of three from Gujarat saved the life of a kitten that was stuck in their car engine.
Button, why is it so gloomy today?
Button, the silence as we sit in our room on the fourth floor of St James Court Hotel at Buckingham Gate is so refreshing and calming as compared with the insane noise we experience in our apartment in Mumbai.
What is that music you play every night? Haven’t you grown tired of it?