Water is everywhere during the monsoon; one drives through it….

The trip to the land of the

In Gudavi,at Vinutha’s home stay, we were thrilled to get this lovely sight of four Blue Mormons, fluttering together:

Celebrating one’s patriotism is not a matter of flying the flag on one day…it also means not littering, not breaking the rules, being polite and helpful to other Indians…EVERY day. Pride in one’s country should be a daily state of mind, not an occasional token statement. That minute of pride in the billowing Tiranga should extend into a lifetime of doing one’s best for one’s country.

I’ve just caught up with everyone’s posts from the past few days, but I am unable to post any comments, and it is SO frustrating for a loudmouth like me. I want to comment on Trish’s lovely pics of chillies fried in olive oil, I want to tell Gilda how much I admire her paring down: I want to tell Arun that his poem about his daughter’s cycling is wonderful…and so it goes…but I can’t.