Post Script
Monday, July 23, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Here's my Starfish, my chocolate starfish!
A trip down the long stretched beaches of The Marina, tons and tons of sand touching the bare-foot softly and giving it a cold-massage. Tiny crabs scuttering around, tickling the feet every now and then. For sea-treasures, one does not have to dive in deep here, they are available for a price, which can be meagre only if you knew how to haggle.
But they are not the scum of the sea. They were once living creatures, which were filtering the sea-waters, cleaning the dump of the dead that the city spews into the ocean daily.
And now that these creatures are killed and marketed for someone's living, the ocean is poorer, and so are we.
There has to be a way to save both-the sea-life and the sea-men.
There HAS to be a way, I have to find it!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
life catches you unawares. A place we were so apprehensive about, turns out to be friendlier than we had ever imagined. Or is it just prima-facie? Food, there sincerest desire, is well-satiated here. This place is a food-lover's haven.
It is soul-stirring to be able to connect to the thoughts and feelings of a flower-vendor woman who hankers after you to buy a string of jasmines, mumbling undecipherables. But you know exactly what she means. And it is quite funny when you ask for a glass of juice and the juice-wala picks up every fruit to confirm whether this is the one you asked for.
The saddest part is when you can't haggle and pay dearly.
The cake however goes to the sign-boards. You got to, ought to learn the language, you know!
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