Harini Calamur's Writings
My blog is going to sound like a litany of driving woes. But, talking about the problems of driving – the bad roads, the unlocked interlocking tiles, the construction work that never seems to end, the roads that prepare ISRO for creating…
Strange sort of a Sunday. A domesticated sort of a Sunday. Can almost hear myself go Moo. I cooked – Pasta with tomato and veggie sauce. Something deeply therapeutic about assembling a dish from fresh ingredients rather than opening a bottle of…
Macro, in photography, is an extreme close up. They also can be a pain to shoot because the slightest movement in the object leads to a blurred image. the interesting facet of macro photography is that the image is usully many times…
Yesterday was a strange day. a Good day but a strange day. Morning was lectures at Sophia’s…interactions this term is on “Features & Opinions” and yesterday’s scheduled activity was film viewing. I had a list of serious documentaries to show them, but…
It rained today. All day. Heavy uninterrupted rains. Almost like the skies were weeping for Mumbai and her dead. I almost didn’t feel like going into work. The blasts yesterday. The rains today. The overwhelming feeling was that of despondency. Plus i…
I was at JKD’s place. A visit long pending – she had fallen down a month ago. hurt her knee very badly. Ended up getting operated. We were generally chatting and catching up on films, life and other things when the call…
Today was a good day. I think, that maybe, I have gotten into the rythmn of doing things that I like – it is not forced. it is now in a sort of flow. However, at this stage – from having got…
And, the skies opened up and it poured. The mother joked “you deciding to make a list and sticking to it, is enough for it to rain like that” It began raining at some 3.30 in the morning – we live on…