Another day

Let me sing you a waltz

Out of nowhere, out of my thoughts

Let me sing you a waltz

About this one night stand

You were, for me, that night

Everything I always dreamt of in life

But now you're gone

You are far gone

All the way to your island of rain

It was for you just a one night thing

But you were much more to me, just so you know

I don't care what they say

I know what you meant for me that day

I just want another try, I just want another night

Even if it doesn't seem quite right

You meant for me much more than anyone I've met before

One single night with you, little Jesse, is worth a thousand with anybody

I have no bitterness, my sweet

I'll never forget this one night thing

Even tomorrow in other arms, my heart will stay yours until I die

Let me sing you a waltz

Out of nowhere, out of my blues

Let me sing you a waltz

About this lovely one night stand

Older, cynical, still lovely.

Wondering whether a life full of many little happy memories is still better than one long predictable tale. I am so like Celine.

And this time major Paris nostalgia.

Just one night

I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?

What a beautiful movie.

And got me a little nostalgic about Austria too.

Sun, fun and wine

A detour from Nasik. To wine country.

Sula vineyards. Acres of wineland. The smell oh so heady. Didn't we wish we could stay on and get really, really happy?

Jan-Mar is harvest season. Jumping on grapes season. For now, we took the wine tour.

Pour the wine, swirl vigorously and smell. Smell hard. Can you smell the oak, the berry, the dry spices, the litchi? Now take a swig and slurp around. Feel every drop. Smooth? Grainy? Sweet?

That my friend, is the fine art of wine tasting.

Now I write this for future reference, since I always mix it up
Red wine (like Sula Cabernet Shiraz)
- Made of black grapes
- Hold at balloon
- Can be served warm

White wine (like Sula Sauvignon blanc)
- Made from green grapes
- Hold at stem
- Young and light
- Needs to be chilled

With two bottles back with me, planning a wine and cheese day with gal pals. Soon.

My earlier whiskey tour in Scotland

Best Friend's Wedding

Wedding are great excuses for reunions. And sob! my sweetheart Ginny was getting married.

Great excuse also to bring out those reds and blacks, all that jewellery, mom's silk saree. So, while Nasik dripped with sweat, we laboured over the pleats, the bangles, the pallus, tons of make-up which streamed down within minutes.
Pondy and Jai made fun of how we could not move an inch without the saree coming off. Don't even get me started on their polka dotted turbans and epileptic fits on the dancing floor.

Vik and Ginny sealed the deal. Finally. Wishing them a long and happy married life ahead.

Following more than your dream

The Alchemist was all about following your dream. I loved the book and understood what it was about. The play, well, it lost the meaning. The emphasis seemed more on special effects – riding a camel in the desert, sword fighting tribesmen, turning into the wind (quite impressive this was). But no lump in my throat and revelation in my head when it ended. Disappointment.

Have been craving for a lazy Sunday for a while now. Today morning though, I participated in the SGI meet at Worli - a group that follows Nichiren Buddhism. A bunch of people who shared their experience, danced, sang, resolved to do better. It was generally happy, moving and inspiring in turns.

I will mention them often, because though I dislike the idea of ‘following’ a religion, I like their Buddhist philosophy, much like what I have built up over the years of reading and learning. But most I like their community spirit - helping and sharing with one another and the shared joy they celebrate.

I had my Sunday ritual though – a three hour afternoon nap. Then, maybe Splitsvilla (I love to hate), Boston Legal and tea. Sunday is complete.

Happy with what I've got

Except I wish I had a house with a view

Lucky Gaggs

View from the bathroom window