The cat in question - Every morning, On my way to the bus stop I see you perched on your tree The slanted sunlight Making your slit-like eyes Even more tiny. You greet me with your grumpy face Maybe you’re annoyed with the sun But you’re like this On cloudy days too. Seeing you is the highlight of my morning And my whole day If the drapes are drawn, My face turns ashen As if I forgot my breakfast, Or didn’t sleep at night My day takes on a darker shade. ...
I’m going to talk about one of my favourite wholesome movies of all time - Umimachi Diary (海街diary) - anglicised as Our Little Sister, but actually meaning Seaside Town Diary. I’m going to pepper this post with screenshots from the movie - they might not have any particular importance or relevance to what I’m writing, they are just scenes from the movie. I saw this movie in 2019, and such has been the impact of it on me that I have found myself thinking about it from time to time. There are days when my affinity for it is so much that I have to listen to its soundtrack or watch clips for the movie. ...
Yesterday, a friend of mine sent me pictures of what she had made for dinner - a lovely chilli paneer with a dark brown gravy full of umami, diaphanous onions with their veins stark against the dark, with pieces of green bell pepper floating about in that undoubtedly fragrant and wonderful gravy. I could smell and taste the bell peppers and the paneer in my mind as I saw the photos. Such impactful was the sensory experience that it unlocked a core childhood memory that I had long forgotten. ...