When the rains begin
Quite unlike anything else, family gets under my skin. Close contact with this 'species' induces a kind of allergic reaction: I break out in blotches of false morality. Not quite a parasitic infection, but not far behind. I'm debating the merits of such perennial bonds. Paradoxically, they're the only people who will loan me money without question (well, I'd like to hope). *smirk*
Sweat goes places only a lover should - I'm tormented by the persistence of this bodily function. Mumbai's omnipresent dust is incarnated in the south as dew, the predicament adding final touches such as laboured breath and dope eyes to a sweaty disposition. In any other situation I'd be grinning with tickled anticipation.
Today I have showered and changed "dress" three times. And been politely interrogated by all the neighbours, their voices laced with surprise at my near-perfect Malayalam, or the fact that I dance. Engineer-alle?
Apparently, I brought the rains. It's been pouring for the last three hours, finally cooling the house. Alongside, tempers have sizzled out and tummies have been sated. I am momentarily relieved of my role of peace-maker.
Kerala is surprisingly multicultural: I've never witnessed such fervour at Easter time devoid of chocolate or bunnies. The Resurrection seems worth His while. And, I've never seen so many half-folded lungis, tightly-worn shirts exposing vociferous chest hair, jeans bordering on indecent, and beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes. Maybe in another lifetime I'll flourish here.
Tomorrow, temples.
Thursday, land partition.
Sweat goes places only a lover should - I'm tormented by the persistence of this bodily function. Mumbai's omnipresent dust is incarnated in the south as dew, the predicament adding final touches such as laboured breath and dope eyes to a sweaty disposition. In any other situation I'd be grinning with tickled anticipation.
Today I have showered and changed "dress" three times. And been politely interrogated by all the neighbours, their voices laced with surprise at my near-perfect Malayalam, or the fact that I dance. Engineer-alle?
Apparently, I brought the rains. It's been pouring for the last three hours, finally cooling the house. Alongside, tempers have sizzled out and tummies have been sated. I am momentarily relieved of my role of peace-maker.
Kerala is surprisingly multicultural: I've never witnessed such fervour at Easter time devoid of chocolate or bunnies. The Resurrection seems worth His while. And, I've never seen so many half-folded lungis, tightly-worn shirts exposing vociferous chest hair, jeans bordering on indecent, and beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes. Maybe in another lifetime I'll flourish here.
Tomorrow, temples.
Thursday, land partition.