This morning as I walked from home to IMD I heard some familiar sounds. The crow was crowing and the cuckoo singing the early morning songs. The birds chirped as they did in between the green mango trees standing in the courtyard a few light years away. The crow surely sounded a little different but perhaps that was because it had travelled from so far away. Maybe it was lying in wait for me... bringing me news about the temple and the town.
The area around the family temple...
The family temple:
A street near my house
My house standing forlorn, lonely and empty in the background
A lot of people ask me now whether we eat with hand in India - this is one place where we used to eat with plavila or jackfruit tree leaves.
... and this is my favourite view of a house from the window of the class here.
OK - now that I have got that off from my chest, I am into the mood of writing the leadership paper for which I have to submit 5000 words. Everytime I have to do something for which I have to write long papers I need to start a blogpost - perhaps now you will all start praying that I do not have anymore papers to write - just to stop me from rambling.