Let me narrate another interesting bike story: My bike is a brown-maroon sports gear bike called Spirit. It doesn’t have a bell but it does have a dim and moody light. A friend took me to the back of the student building where bikes are fixed. I could buy one from them or pick a discarded one and spend some time fixing it to take it away for free, the only charges being for the spare parts I buy from them.
Most of Europe is experiencing an intense winter with temperatures hardly ever peeking above 0*C. The roads are icy and footpaths in front of those away on holidays are slippery. The snow is relentless. Stories about people stuck at airports evoke my sympathy now more than ever!
This is the beginning of a new series of letters I have sent home. It starts three months after my last letter from Edinburgh when I was about to leave for India. 30th November 2010 Hello all, After a long flight and stopover at Dubai, and landing in Glasgow, I am back in Edinburgh on … [Read more…]
When I was 7 and I was about to fly to Australia, I told my grandparents that I will bring some clouds back with me for them. I thought we could reach out of the plane windows to catch some in a little bag and bring it down to earth. Flying through clouds the first … [Read more…]
07/02/2010 Hello 🙂 It snowed one morning unexpectedly. It is Feb so I thought all that weather is over. But it lasted an hour and melted within the next two days. It’s been raining persistently ever since. My roommate fell ill when it was sunny and got better as it started to rain. She isn’t … [Read more…]
Winter so beautiful I renew what I knew Feel pure white snow Fresh and cold, it swirls What colour is love? What temperature is it? I feel it in the fractal flakes And the warm bedroom light Paintings and poetry The sun shines brightly Even in the night