I just don't feel like writing these days. I don't know why. It's not like there isn't much to say, that can never be possible. Even if there isn't too much excitement in the present life, there are always things to say...about the past or the future or the neighbor's dog, or the vegetable guy I met, or even the school kids I spoke to two days ago. And then, there's always my childhood to go back to.
No, it isn't that I don't have much to say.
I just don't feel like writing anything down. Perhaps I'm doing too much thinking and don't like to make the journey from mind to the tips of my fingers and then out on to the paper (or keyboard).
Whatever it is, it's making me draw a lot, instead.
And yes, I haven't gotten over my fetish for commas.
I met some interesting people today. Had to wait in a shop for many hours while the paperwork was getting done. Lord! It was a bore. But fun, in a very very lazy way. Gulped down several cups of chai and coffee. How can people work in a place that has a faint stink of pee? It made me feel sick. Of course, ma needed to walk around periodically, go outside and walk in the lawns because she kept feeling claustrophobic inside and also because her hot flushes kept playing the devil. Poor ma. These two things attack her in the most unexpected places and circumstances. Haha...reminds me of when she and I were in the planetarium in Jaipur some years ago, and she couldn't bear the idea of being in a room that was absolutely closed and had no light except for the imitation of a nightsky full of stars. She asked the people incharge to help if she needed to rush out immediately. They were nice, made us sit right next to the emergency exit. The room filled up with school kids in uniforms. And one old man wearing a monkey cap. It was a nice experience. Ma didn't have a hot flush, afterall. Maybe because she drank lots of water while the show was on.
So, hopefully all those frog illustrations are finally through.
Everyone, please pray for the pigeon that's sitting on her egg in the tulsi pot in my balcony for more than a week now. Please pray that the nasty crow doesn't eat the egg this time. I can see the pigeon's very very cautious this time. She hardly ever leaves the egg. I wonder how she manages to get food for herself.
I'm listening to the wonderful track from 'In the mood for love', by Shigeru Umibayashi. You know, the track that plays everytime she steps out to get some noodles...and meets the guy on the staircase... I love that film.
O, and this drawing is from a series I'm working on. It just happened to me.
And I just realised, for someone who says she doesn't feel like writing much these days, that's a really long post!