Back in D Town


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Hello.

I am back home, in Delaware. Outside, the snow is forming a thin blanket. On any other day, I would have jumped out the window and waddled on to the ice cold grass. But today, I am drenched in thoughts. 

…of the time I lay on a wicker recliner with the cool breeze ruffling my feathers. 

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…of that bright evening, when I stood so close to a lamp, that I could see the wick slowly drinking up the oil. 

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…the sound of the ocean, the green of the coconut tree, and the smell of ginger tea and filter coffee that made mornings official. 

These days, the dreams I have are of steaming hot idlis, rolled-up sweet paans, and pots of payasam (sweet porridge). In the deep quiet here, I imagine walking along the street-side stalls of Chennai, soaking in the smell of camphor and incense sticks, the sound of temple bells, and the feel of salty air from the sea.

Is there a cure for a holiday hangover? Maybe a plate of paneer tikka would help.

D

 

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Hello from Chennai


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Vanakkam.

I was right. Travel was in the cards. In fact, I am writing to you all from a compact house in Chennai, India. Behind me rests a series of photos of various Indian Gods and Goddesses, and the air carries a whiff of sambar and rasam. People constantly honk on the roads, and every now and then there is somebody at the door. I am still getting used to the doorbell. There is sweat on my webbed feet, and for a minute I am scared that the black on my back will smudge into the white on my front. But I must say, I feel alive, amidst people. I am no longer alone in a room, staring out at a balding tree, in Delaware. 

D

P.s. On our way to this Southern beauty of India, we halted at Athens. More about it in my next.