Crows are so intelligent, they can read English….

The morning sun pours directly into our front balcony, so I often lower the “chick” (bamboo screens) to lessen the glare.

My life will go back to its ordered ways, after the hurricanes and chaos…..there will be no one to grin impishly at me…no one to ask me not to cook as today is “Bhavani Chats” day or “Nagarjuna Chimney” day…..no one to eat up the bread upma that’s been a favourite from her childhood….no one to cuddle on my lap as the milk gets drunk…..

The Golden Trumpet and Jacaranda flowers may be carpeting the ground as a sign of summer… .but another sight, that is full of colour, but that is far less welcome, is one that’s started staring me in the eye:

here are some images