I have one daily ritual. Every day, after lunch, I head downstairs from my office for a breath of air. I like this little toasty walk in the afternoon sun. It is one of three ways I demarcate my day into quarters. Downstairs, I buy myself a cup of filter coffee - a south Indian cortado if you will - one of the few things that you can still buy in India for Rs. 15.
I am a Bangalorian at heart, and its Darshini-culture. Your article made me see my own fast-paced Darshini visit in slow-motion with a sweet relaxing music in the background. Somehow this article has music, and capability to slow down the heart beat - it ignites my heart's association with Darshini - a place to relax quickly, take a break quickly, rejuvenate quickly.
Malavika you transported me to a foreign land in a first class experience! Even though this sounds like my personal hell, it was heavenly to witness it through your words. I was hooked. What a superpower you have to capture and convey these time bending bits of beauty. I continue to look forward to reading you!
I am a Bangalorian at heart, and its Darshini-culture. Your article made me see my own fast-paced Darshini visit in slow-motion with a sweet relaxing music in the background. Somehow this article has music, and capability to slow down the heart beat - it ignites my heart's association with Darshini - a place to relax quickly, take a break quickly, rejuvenate quickly.
Mouth watering and culturally enriching.
Loved seeing these moments through your eyes Malavika, poetic and interesting while learning a lot :)
Oh how I miss the filter coffee. Thank you for transporting me back home for a moment. Loved the drawing.!
You totally took me there Malavika. What a delightful read.
Malavika you transported me to a foreign land in a first class experience! Even though this sounds like my personal hell, it was heavenly to witness it through your words. I was hooked. What a superpower you have to capture and convey these time bending bits of beauty. I continue to look forward to reading you!