Preeti Shenoy's blog.

Some people have great difficulties saying "I love you" to the ones they really do. They want to. They would very much like to. But somehow the words get stuck in the throat or at a level deeper down and the best they can come up with is 'Take care' or 'See you soon' or something equivalent.

Me, I am quite shameless  expressive that way. If I feel it, I say it. I throw in a hug and maybe a  kiss too :-) Those that I love know I do :-)

Satish is quite shy when it comes to saying the words. When we first met 15 years ago, one of the first things he gave me was this tiny little clip-on bear whose hands (they were clips actually) would grasp the object they would cling to. To this day, I remember his exact words. He said  " I am a very shy guy. So this guy says 'I love you' " and he gave me that little bear (it fits in the palm of my hand) which I truly treasure to this day. (Yeah, I am so sentimental that way. Any expression of love and I am fl…

" Mom, I'm going to be a hermit," announces my twelve year old with a resigned air of finality, sighing as he pushes away his empty breakfast plate.

This is a new one to me. I am not sure how to react.

"Why a hermit?" I say finally.

"Hermits can laze around and do absolutely nothing. Life is so cool when you're a hermit," comes the prompt reply. I can see he has been thinking about it.

"But hermits have to meditate and live in the Himalayas, " I respond, a picture of a Sadhu in a loin cloth with protruding ribs and orange robes with a kamandalu  by his side, coming to my mind.

He thinks for a few seconds.

"Either a hermit or a scuba diver," he says. He has been saying he wants to be Scuba diver ever since he could speak.

"Wow," I respond. And I mean it. Each time he says it, it never ceases to charge my spirit, this moment.

Then he asks, "How do Scuba divers make money?"

His nine year old sister responds , …

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When I spotted this couple in my garden, I ran up three flights of stairs to get my camera.
Fortunately they were still there when I dashed back.

It was totally worth it. The run I mean ;-)




And then they parted. He went his way and she went hers.
And only two photos tell a story. Frozen in time, a moment captured forever.

I simply love pictures.

                                            Picture clicked by me in Kerala at my mother's cottage


"No man needs a vacation so much as the person who has just had one " said Elber Hubbard.

It makes perfect sense to me now. We got back to our home in UK, from India late last night (and we had to change five trains from Heathrow terminal to get here, thanks to disruption on two lines on London tube), lugging three enormously heavy suitcases and two not so enormous but heavy back-packs.

Their combined weight was nothing compared to the heaviness of my  feelings and my longing for all things Indian.

I seemed to have misplaced my heart this time, somewhere in India. I had noticed it was missing in the Aircraft itself. Who knows, like delayed baggage, it may eventually find its way back.

Meanwhile, the strength  of  happy memories, re-living the marvellous time I had with all my close friends scattered in various cities across India and a quick phone call to them to tel…