THE ORACLE SAID WANDER

Hello friends!

February has been a month of many happenings – two weddings (Valya married Nigel, Neola married Jason); a birthday (mine); and a most wonderful holiday (thank you, Ajay and Minila), etc. I could say that this time was consuming, but only in the most rewarding way possible. Yeah! I dared! Be cheesy, that is.

No, really.

It has just been the happiest, healthiest state of mind that I have ever been in – after ages. It blew me away! This February has to be one of the best out of all the Februaries I have lived! (I am supremely grateful, if you couldn’t already tell.) Much of it has to do with my stay in Bangalore, this past week (I am going to cover that in some detail, but not in this post) – everything just feels like “growth”. Things are growing. Blossoming, even. Plants and thoughts, saplings and sounds and whatever-have-you. All good things, all the important ones. (Like I said, truly grateful.)

Birthdays ought to be unusual (there is an auspiciousness of new that accompanies it, I would like to believe) because whatever it was, I experienced something joyful. When I was leaving Bangalore, I felt alive with all the new I discovered (books and gardens, friendships and food, places and people), the ideas I nursed (slowly filling up the jar); my mind was bright – brimming with a peace that comes from possibilities. What a beautiful word, right? Poh-sah-bi-laa-tees.

(Ah, there’s much to tell.)

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Artwork by Roanna Fernandes

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THE LIGHT OF THE MOON

We are going to want to talk about ‘time’ again, are we not; you know, how it picks up speed ever so slightly making every moment fleeting, etc. Because here we are, once again – at the beginning of an end, at the end of a beginning; and this is the way it must be for how else must we live? How else must we see, how else must we know, how else must we feel? January, you are not quite over – and yet you have been a long and weary-inducing month. I have learned some things, hated some things, discovered some things and then some. But you were here, all the same; so, thank you.

P.S. One of my closest friends, Valya (we used to live at Kalyan Kendra in Bandra, and that is where we met) is getting married to her beau, this weekend; send her some love, should you be inclined to (I hope everything goes well). There are a bunch of events, starting tomorrow… Oh, and see you soon, February, ¡mi amor!

(I have not photographed anything interesting in a while – this reminds me, I have to charge my camera’s batteries; some of my ideas are coming back to life so you can expect to see some good things on here, es mi promesa a usted.)

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Artwork by Roanna Fernandes

THE GOD OF SMALL THINGS

¡Feliz Navidad, mis amigos!

Whether you spent Christmas all by yourself, with family or friends, your partner or pet – I hope it was filled with ‘roses’ and warmth. There are some days and nights when you have to tell yourself that the light of sun, moon and stars are worth it. Everything! Life, and all its many mysteries. The little things. Spending part of your time reflecting on love and loss – it is hard, sometimes to count just your blessings. For cracks tend to run deep and show all that is in between. Yes; deep gulps, bitter swallows.

We are here, now and I am grateful. I cannot be anything else. There will continue to be joyful, wild hope following every desperate/destructive moment; there will continue to be plants shooting out of a ground that was only watered by hate – I will try to remember all of this. – So I spent Christmas quietly, with family – as I usually do. There was mulled apple cider that I made (it was my first time making it and uh, it was okay but yay), roast chicken with a home-made stuffing and some saffron pilaf-ish rice (cooked by my sweet, talented mother); we also met my aunts, uncle and cousins for dinner at their home in Mahim, last night. It was surprisingly low-key and lovely – we talked about mental health and sexual harassment (would you believe) and though most of our arguments weren’t met by the elders with conviction, I am glad that the conversation was had.

P.S. This post is dedicated to the inhabitants of a beautiful home in Porvorim (Goa); I have been thinking of all of you, most – this December. (And should you, dear reader, pray on a regular basis to a deity or our mother – Earth, could you please ask for love and light to swiftly and slowly be on its way to this particular family? Thank you for your ears, and eyes, dear reader – you may have them back, now.)

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Artwork by Roanna Fernandes

BENEATH A DESERT MOON

¡Hola, mis amigos! (I don’t always greet y’all, maybe I should? I just get into the thick and thin of it and that’s kinda rude, innit? I mean, I care because you’re reading which is really sweet because it’s me, and you know, you’re still here – you guys make up a handful, and you make me happy.)

Because I was so incognito back then, you would’ve missed this – this year, I created/made up themes for every couple of months in the year (I divided my year into four parts, and not quarters). Each period was to tell a story by way of the content I would be covering and sharing on my blog etc. Except you know that it didn’t work out that way, I wasn’t actively working on any material; the ideas, of course, piled on and on and you know what went down. Nothing!

SO. What the illustration for this post is meant to be is an introduction to the story I wished to tell during the months of May, June and July called…

The Song of the Seamstress

As one could tell, the drawings are inspired by Mexico (a country I have never been to – but am really keen on visiting, soon) – the colours and clothing; some desert cactuses; the marigolds and roses; the ofrendas and sugar skulls etc.  The Song of the Seamstress also drew colourful and cultural inspirations from: cameo pendants; dulce de leche; floral embroidery; Frida Kahlo; la combinación de naranja y rosa; Lisbon (I really like this city; it’s colourful and so very warm – it makes me think of Cuba, Goa and Mexico, all at once!); Mother Mary; Pablo Neruda; ruffled clothing; the Día de los Muertos festival; Ugly Betty etc.

P.S. (Would you get a better idea if you saw this? It forms the display picture and cover photo for when I did publish this theme on Facebook and Twitter etc.) – This might be continued in the posts that are to come but it’s also December and so, I will be covering some other *fun* material (I haz ideas)! We’ll see.

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Artwork by Roanna Fernandes