Late night stroll

hmm sweets. Indian sweets are heavenly.  Such extreme tastes in India, extreme palette. Wicked sweet or wicked spicey...

Not much to report, apart from having a lovely day, loving my little ones so much, and enjoying my rug. Taught yoga to older kids which was a welcomed change.   Took a yoga class this eve and vowed to get back into it on a regular basis. It's all about making space in your body.

Stretch.

The stroll was calm. The streets empty, safe for some rickies (rickshaw drivers) chatting together and smoking butts, stray dogs lounging about, vendors closing shop.
Good night y'all.
B

Rug Love. As ridiculous as that sounds.

Not sure how it's possible to meet and fall in love with a carpet, but it happened to me last night. My mother has a bit of a fetish, and I grew up lying on rugs and admiring their mystery and originality. India (my new home, let's be honest) is most definitely the place to purchase a rug. My mum kept asking me, "Have you fallen in love yet?" and I was like, "Uh, What? Non maman, I'm not like you!"

And then it happened.  I was looking for my friends who told me they were in a crafts shop. I ented the shop and didn't see them, but thought, ah why not, lets look at some rugs. He pulled out one. Dusty rose. not me. He pulled out another one, had helicoptes and tanks on it. So not me. And then he unrolled this beauty and I literally went down and touched it and sat on it. No hesitation. I knew.
So here it is. A new love. yeah; rolling around on her is just as amazing as I had envisioned. Practicing yoga on her is somehow magical.

The nest egg is forming. Backwards. Now I want a dog.

Exit Comis Sans

Everywhere, quite literally everywhere, isn't it? Ugh! I hate you comic sans. Begone! Sayonara! EXIT!

On a completely different note: I bought a carpet today and it's a stunner Happy Birthday Sweet Sister and happy early birthday present to meeeee. yipeeeee!

Bless him, the man that made my first ever fresh grape juice.

My taste buds will never be the same. My girlfriends keep urging me to go to the juice shop in our neighbourhood, and oddly enough it's taken me this long and a wicked sore throat to finally get my fat samosa ass there.

Heaven. If heaven was a colour and a taste it would be purple and taste like grapes. Gorgeous. After that juice I smiled a little wider, I giggled a little girlier and I walked with more swagger. What sore throat? Thank you juice man.

P.S. Is it only me, or to Indians have the most beautiful eyes?

Biker, on Library Road, in the rain.

Adhering to self imposed integrity, this was the first shot I took tonight, and so I post. Forcing myself to get up of my after school nap ( I never nap, well hardly ever) to get a beer to accompany the  picnic-in-bed noodle dinner, I saw this smiling guy talking to someone from his bike. Fished around for the camera in my bag,  found it, grabbed it,  pointed, and shot. Not a masterpiece, as you can see. But look closer, look at his expression.
Happy Friday y'all
B

Avinash

Meet Avinash, one of the boys in my class. A precocious and  lively boy with sparkling eyes and a cheeky smile. He is one of the only students that thinks of the class as a whole instead of himself only. Today he showed me his break dancing moves (wow! he's 6!)...He is a fabulous illustrator and has great math strategies.  His favourite word is awesome and he gives great hugs.

A Photo a day, starting tonight.

 Inspired by Jonathan Harris, I am following suit and taking one photo a day, editing it, and posting it. I have become complacent, I blame work and slow internet and tired macbook 2006 machine, but it's me. I'm losing the desire to express myself visually, and that scares me. So----

Meet Ganesh, he works at the corner store. He is timid, giggles a lot, and has a melting killer smile. Sweet way to begin my photo-a-day.

B