This time in my aunt’s house, in Chennai. Can time be measured in circling ceiling fans, beating back the heat? In the afternoons, perhaps, but mornings, papers rustle, the breeze cool. It’s been almost ten years since I’ve been here last. The family has gotten smaller, and grief leaks. My father; my uncle. Meals are served, the rustling papers read. Outrage over the news. Could not a million be spent than […]
There is an essay by Natalia Ginzberg in which she writes about disliking summer: the heat, the crowds. I felt a kinship immediately. Summer for me is the cool shade, sipping cold drinks, and reading. It is seeing the sea in the mist, the sharp clarity of mountain air. And it is vacation to other places, something which is rare for me in most of summers. I am two weeks back from a family trip to London and Paris. I traveled on Wow Air, packed a new Tom Bihn bag, realized I liked the journey to much more than the journey back, despite very good seatmates. On the way to, I had the window, and much to anticipate.
In London, we saw the Chelsea Physic Garden, full of herbal lore and a nice tea.
Indira Ganesan, C.P.G: roses in trees, 2016
Indira Ganesan, C.P.G: Bench with trellis, 2016
The reason for the trip started last October when my brother, sister-in-law, and niece logged in for theater tickets.
And after the play, there was more: to Stonehenge on a bus tour with an archeologist; Paris, where the croissants were drenched in butter, and the gardens in bloom; and back to England to see my cousin & family. Discovering a mall underneath the Louvre In between, I snuck a trip out to the country to see an old friend; met more old friends,and later floated floor by floor one afternoon in Waterstones.
Waterstones mailed me a package covered in brown paper, filled with books. It was already waiting for me when I got back. I might have used the same method to bring presents for friends, I realized too late. Reason enough to go back.
I am a nerd (read obsessive, detailed, committed) when it comes to packing light. I am motivated by no need to live to live the simple life, but from the desire to have low-weight baggage to pull, push, heave, and carry. My shoulders are shot from carrying overloaded shoulder bags, my neck crying out in pain, and lately I have discovered bunions. So I began to investigate packing lists and […]
I travel quite a distant to go to my bank branch. I could go to the one in town, but then I would not get to see this: The bank is built on the site of a farmstead, and hosts these irises every season. The view from my local post office parking lot is also pretty good; Edward Hopper painted it and the postal service put it on a stamp. […]