Alright, that was a long break I took. Maafi ho ..

But am I back with a bang! Still typing with one hand, but going strong. Ya, I broke my hand a few weeks ago, thanks to Namma Bengalooru and it's roads. One rainy day, one pothole, one puddle of water, and one thud! I'm at Mallya in the wink of an eye and am packaged off to Mysore for a bout of recovery and rejuvenation. Am grateful to mama for her bedside meals!

It's interesting that I did absolutely-absolute nothing these past 15 days at home. I guess that's what most people do when at home. Laze around and get pampered :-)

Mysore has become so beautiful all of a sudden. Well, it is beautiful always. But, with the onset of Navarathri, the place has started to show it's colourful side. The palace, the hill, the lakes and the streets have a festive mood about themselves and have a mesmerizing effect on the visitor! It is the perfect season for touring the place.

Memories

Till a few years ago I was a young lad unknowing of the ways of the world and the way they change a person's outlook. I ain't too old now, but I've seen some of it at least and I understand quite a bit.

I was reading some old mails this morning. Some 3-4 years old ones. From college/insead/sape. All from friends. Purrfect nostalgia! It's amazing how old memories and feelings linger on. But the strange thing is how the sweet ones, though they linger, can slide off with the slightest shake. They are like dewdrops on a blade of grass! But the ones that you really like to forget stay on for years to come. Pull 'em, prod 'em, shake 'em. They will not budge! Like cobwebs. Like leeches. Eeks! Ain't that strange?