Asha with a fresh lemon from Amma's tree.
48 hours ago we were in Thane – trying to do the seemingly hundreds of last-minute things that it takes to get away. This morning we awoke to the sounds of roosters crowing.
We are in the small village of Tungalam, perched on the outskirts of Vishakapatnam, neighbouring the rapidly industrializing area of ‘Auto-nagar’.
We are gradually coming to terms with the love we receive here from Amma and Appa – who pray for us every day – multiple times. And who we miss so terribly.
The tiredness of this year holds onto me like a terrified monkey. Its grasp holds my heart – and is only slowly, slowly letting go.
We are in the small village of Tungalam, perched on the outskirts of Vishakapatnam, neighbouring the rapidly industrializing area of ‘Auto-nagar’.
We are gradually coming to terms with the love we receive here from Amma and Appa – who pray for us every day – multiple times. And who we miss so terribly.
The tiredness of this year holds onto me like a terrified monkey. Its grasp holds my heart – and is only slowly, slowly letting go.
Flowers in Amma's garden
Here is an antidote to tiredness and world-weariness:
1. Reading Hebrews.
2. Flowers
3. Hot puris and potato bhaji eaten with the family on the terrace
4. Games with Enoch
5. An evening stroll in the village
6. Talking and listening
7. Watching Sheba do cross-stitch – and Asha learning too
8. Silence
9. Sleep
Hot puris and potato bhaji on the roof!
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