Music, Celebration & Other Complaints.

They haven’t postponed the new release on OTT, the svelte heroine doe-eyed sways to a song, a poor adaptation of one from the sixties. Festivals wait in the wings, my daughter has counted fourteen days to Holi*.

There’s a wedding in the neighbourhood, notes of band wallahs* play louder than their livery. A friend sends video of her dance. Like, comment, share.

India has won a game of cricket, firecrackers light up the night sky. Some awards announced, happy faces party on page 3. The house-help offers a box of sweets, I’m a grandmother now, says she.

Spring is on time, streams gurgle, the sun doesn’t sleep long.

Cracked is the earth beneath my feet.

It’s frightening how life carries on in the same way.

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*band wallahs – members of a band who play music in Indian weddings.

*Holi – Indian festival of colours.