i am driving to drop off the boys. it’s margazhi, and we are having a contest in the car about who can spot the biggest kolam on the road.
firstborn is distracted by a woman walking balancing three enormous bags on her head, and not using her hands.
i see a line of banana trees tied to lampposts; i can see no apparent reason.
a volkswagen is honking.
i drown out the outside world by tuning into a.m. on the car radio.
i am happily reminded that it is the music season… d seshachari and d raghavachari are singing at the music academy, and the faithful AIR has captured what i am missing because of the boisterousness of these boys.
how apt kalyani sounds for a morning; — curves and waves of nuanced activity,
i found a version by m balamuralikrishna
and here’s my kolam this a.m.
i am trying to keep with the joneses’ who have a prettier…
will do better tomorrow