Being together with some friends means enjoying life. I don’t need to be very intellectual or very funny. I am just the way I am.
I remember when my parents invited their friends, my family had to spend some very dumb hours. My father tried to talk as intelligently as possible. My mother tried to tell funny stories about our pets and about my brother and me.
Very often, my father was making fun of my mother and vice versa; and the guests tried to help the one or the other in order to prevent a big scene.
When the invitees left, the invitation always ended in a nasty fight between my mom and my dad. I don’t remember it without it. Never.
Nowadays, when my friends leave, I feel nurtured by love. It is as if I received a great gift.
We didn’t have a lot of space in our friend’s kitchen because it was their living and sleeping room at the same time. But it felt extremely cozy and my boys loved it.
Nobody’s kitchen tasted better than Karma’s. Was it because the preparation and cooking took hours while we were talking, playing games, joking, laughing or singing?
We wouldn’t like to spend so much time on such a tiny space with our family. We’d very quickly get on our nerves.
It is wonderful with friends. You can choose them yourself and decide how much time you’d like to share with them.
And real friends don’t care either whether you live thousands of miles across the ocean. And they aren’t upset when you don’t call them every week.
Apparently, springtime means mice time, and black tomcat started its hunting season yesterday.
It was meant to be a big gift: a mouse on the step of the staircase.
Two eyes, a nose with fine mustache hair and a small mouth were looking at me when I came home.
The rest of the body has been eaten.
Thanks; Tomcat, I am very proud of you. But have you seen the sweet mustache of your predation?
Right. You saw it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have left it on the steps for me to see when I come back from work.
You are very soulful. I appreciate.
Two days on this Indian train. An exciting journey from New Delhi to Kerala.
So many different people, old and young ones, talkative and silent people.
Being busy with themselves or interested in getting to know others.
The most touching picture I took with me was this flower garland. Someone fixed it to protect the travellers and to wish them a safe trip.
It is just one of these multiple beautiful rituals in India of caring, blessing, doing good to their beloved ones.