A Yellow Evening

Outside, the yellow Colombo evening is slowly turning into night.

Inside, the Vilambit of Pt Bhimsen Joshi’s classic Yaman Kalyan rendition, 'Eri Aaj Piya Bin' is melodiously proceeding towards Drut.

My cup of that perfect Darjeeling Tea has one-fourth left in it.

In times such as this, one comes very close to attaining eternal bliss.

The Vilambit now, has beautifully melted into Drut and a slight smile has spread over my face. Let me enjoy this.

The Unfinished Ones

During the long span of silence on this space, I’ve written many unfinished posts on the pages of my mind. Now, there is an arrear of posts stacked inside and I’ve got to clean them up before I start on a fresh one. So, here they are.

• The slow beauty and grace of Naguib Mahfouz’s ‘The Cairo Trilogy’ which kept me enraptured for 3 months
• The joy of discovering Orhan Pamuk’s brilliance through his political but humane novel, ‘Snow’
• Several Sunday Jazz afternoons at Barefoot with Rohit, appreciating the music, trying to catch the stories floating around, while sipping on white
• The splendor of Colombo’s English theater in the form of a great adaptation of Shakespeare called, ‘Hamlet at Elsie’s Bar’
• The happiness of watching the inspiring tale of human spirit, ‘The Diving Bell and the Butterfly’
• Alexi Murdoch’s lovely album called ‘Time Without Consequence’ which gave us the musical company on our way back from Mirissa
• The conversations with Pooja’s grandfather on subjects like ‘Money, ‘Profession’, ‘Life after Retirement’ etc.

Now, it feels like I’m ready to move on.