i'm wearing my bright orange shorts today for the first time since barca. i have beach sand in my pockets and everytime i put my hands in them, i can only think of that blue, blue water. 

i spent the day listening to my father crib about losing all our mangoes in the farm to last night's rain. 

now i'm looking forward to my aunt's chamagadda pindi miriyam. 

that's my hungover, over-slept drowsy post of the day. :)


Prabha Mohan said...

Time to wash those shorts!

Sita said...


adhe wash pannalum pohalle.

(also, your amma's pindi miriyam was terrific!)