Dog tired

The picture says it all. One of our many happy hounds - skinny as a rake - the bane of the urban Indian street - taking a nap.

The slightly crushed 'Ambassador' car - once the symbol of having made it in life (still held on to by the odd politician who has not yet moved up into a Scorpio) provides the shade.

Its a picture of where we are. Dog tired. Bone-deep. When I sit down I inevitably find my eyes drooping. As I write this at the Mumbai 'early hour' of 10.45 PM our whole house is silent by for the rustle of the fans in each room. The kitchen light is the only one on - forming a silent duet with the muted light of the laptop screen as I key away.

Last night we got onto a local train at 10.12 PM at Sion station - and the general compartment was absolutely crammed full. Who are all these people commuting after 10 PM at night? It will be 11.30 at least before they get home. How crazy 'modern life' in the city is...

The dogs outside are silent tonight. Maybe they are asleep? There was a time when their kith and kin were tasty treats for visiting leopards from the National Park we are next to. But we have not heard of any leopard sightings recently.

Ah yes - the yelp of a couple of mongrel hounds to tell us that they are still here.

And now to the blissful sweetness of slumber. That beautiful gift from God - sleep.

As the good Book says "...for he grants sleep to those he loves." Ps. 127.2b