Do black veils have all the colours in their hearts… As well as over their heads? Do their thoughts fly, over the skies, In blues and greens and reds? Or are they tied down, with strings attached, To the black of the veils? Will they soar, only when freed… When the power of the anchors fails?

I've been thinking that this phenomenon was iconic to Bangalore….





These are our "autos" …auto-rickshaws, an inescapable, convenient, irritating, frustrating method of transport in our city. 

The guy at the back IS pushing the one in the front, sometimes to a fuel station, sometimes until the auto in front starts its engine with the momentum. The foot is then withdrawn. I have never seen by what form of signalling the auto guy in front requests the help of the auto guy at the back…ESP?

I posted this on Facebook, and I now realize that every Indian city seems to have this great "auto-foot assist" method of aiding movement!

"Journeys end in lovers' meetings", goes the saying…but journeys also start with lovers' partings! I watched two lovers (I don't think they were married)  parting today, dealing with their joy in each other (no, I was not eavesdropping, they were in plain sight until the bus came to the bus stop!) , and their pain at parting…human emotion is so incredibly complex…I've not seen anything as sweet as the smiles they gave each other. Each smile was a kiss, and the moisture in the woman's eyes at the end, hurriedly wiped away, spoke poetry to me. Love, in joy, in pain, is a magical thing.

After weeks of difficulty, it feels so good to be back on LJ….and be able to comment on friends’ posts, too. Not having posted any funny signs here for a long time (I just add them to my album on Facebook, you can see my collection if you