Being on a break from work, my day starts on a different note. I am usually looking out of the kitchen door on to the garden, gazing aimlessly at the sky or at a new shoot or a bloom in the garden, with a coffee cup in the hand. I could just sit and watch the world go by, the birds chirping and little buds shaking their heads in the gentle breeze, watching the rain drops fall. Today I thought I should try writing my account of the visits to the temple towns of Tamil Nadu.
Bags in tow and with a colouring book in my hand, I landed in Mumbai for a soul searching trip. I was greeted with a cacophony of noises-car blowing horns, cooing of koyal bird and Bollywood song playing on the taxi. “Dheere Dheerea say meri zindagi mein aana ..”. I am not even going to attempt to translate it. But must say I heard the song after ages and was one of my favourite when I was a teenager. Why on earth a song so old was being played on radio, – It s a sign I thought , a sign to take a trip down memory lane.
Le coin des Bobby 