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There goes July....


Coming  back to my city  has it's own charm ....The traffic welcomes you with a snarl, the endless hoot hoot honk honk reminds you of jungle of another kind! Yet there are evenings when the rain washes away the dirt from the leaves and the light reflects on the wet roads to make it shine and shimmer . Of course the best thing about July was Subarna's visit. Something I have been looking forward to. This time, time just flew by...We just had a few outings , a dinner and a theatre and concert and time's out ! I guess that's what happens when you expect something for very long !The concert by Los Amigos at 40, Ballygunj Place was nice with the group playing the Latino Jazz version of I love Paris and Autumn leaves !
However The Lady Chatterly's Lover Unwind proved to be too much for our sense 'n sensibility......The story line veering towards obscene and insane and we found the serious ,seriously funny :)
The F* word was used in a song
( eeks).....and the heroine was la bohemie personified....But she is talented........
And I must say it was an interesting weekend. Profane and profound mixed up. Pooja at Poonam's was time to redeem my faith ....and then Mukut clearing the Army Selection was another reason to celebrate!
Party, Pooja...and then there was sombreness....I felt sad for a family I have hardly met!
Of children losing their father at a young age ! Sometimes thoughts are tied in a strange manner!
And in two days time I leave....Hope Baba holds good !Hope the weather is better...in Kochi...so many ifs and buts !
And Chibu passed the sem, a small mercy...and the reason to visit the Dark Lord again.....:)

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  1. sharmila7 September 2013 at 21:00

    enjoyed reading this...congrats for Chibu's accomplishment!!

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