Morning walk from my daughter’s home to mine:
No sign of the sun coming up. (It’s going to be another cloudy day.)
A delicate sprinkling as I walk which is neither rain nor not-rain…called a “fine Scotch mist” (though it’s made of water, not Scotch!)
The illuminated board of Shiva, still lit up in the morning.
Ladies lighting mud lamps and setting them on their gates, as part of the the month of Karthika.
Stray dogs curled up in piles of construction sand, for whatever warmth they can find.
The nippy weather preventing the vegetable vendors from opening up their carts early.
Several small roses (the variety sold for puja, commercially) strewn along the road, probably from the bags of some careless vendor last evening. It’s one thing to walk along a flower-strewn path…Bangalore trees often let me do that…but to walk along a path strewn with roses is special!
Strains of music coming from various homes. Also from the mobile phone of a fellow pedestrian, who has, apparently, never heard of earphones.
Civic-minded citizens paying small amounts to use the public toilet (this is a sight I like to see..but I have never seen any women using this facility.)
My regular-as-clockwork friend Ashwin, who sits outside, near his home. He never fails to say “Good morning”, and who points proudly to the Ohana school bus (his brother runs the school).
My thoughts on the fact that I am seeing fewer Common Mynas on the roads as well, these days.
Scarves,mufflers, monkey caps, sweaters, shawls…all very much in evidence.
I reach home, content with my walk, and think about whether I am going to take the stairs to the fourth floor, or be lazy and take the lift….
Deponti to the world 