Entre les vagues

I played with the waves today
When a small wave came my way
I made myself big
And saw the wave caress me under my face
Sometimes it gently slapped my face

When a big wave came my way
I made myself small
And went under the water
And it passed over me
Sometimes it rolled me within it
And made me turn round
Until I rose above the water again

Big waves came in succession
As did the calmness of the sea come in succession…

The Coward's sanity

Too many last names ending in ‘ni’ from different parts which are too closely related to be avoided are invading ‘The City’ this week.

I suffer from the “yes, no problem” syndrome accompanied by a complementary smile. And unlike the bulk of the billionesque population that probably thinks that this is the greatest slum dog, slum slog, slum flog country in the world, when I say “yes, no problem”, I actually try my best to achieve the desired result, leaving me at a loss of personal and work time.

And so I chose the cowardice way. I escaped. As I would like to think - for sanity’s sake.

I had never been to Arambol before. My room is dirty. But, the sea is 5 steps away from my window, I have a desk and a table to work on and I’m only paying Rs. 400 per night. I’m in a new place, alone, no one knows me. I feel a little invisible. It’s a pretty cool feeling.