viola's people watching blog
We set off on the road to Stavroupolis, which is about some 27 km north west from the city of Xanthi, after a leisurely breakfast at the hotel, one we would indulge in only on holidays… eggs sunny side up, cheese, bacon and toast, nice and buttery and dripping with […]
` BORN FREE… AS FREE AS THE WIND BLOWS…BORN FREE TO FOLLOW YOUR HEART…’ I think the song captures the first few years of my life in Crete. When we started out in the old house where his grandparents used to live in, the skipper and I…I’m calling him that […]
My first dip into the sea was a very long time ago, in a different country and what seems to me a different lifetime. I was in Standard One and the nuns took us on a trip to the seaside, to a place called Morib. They might as well have […]
Both of us, my Saturday night friend and I whipped out our phones and captured the scene. The horizon was a smouldering red and the crescent moon and Venus hung like jewels in the evening sky. In a few minutes, the night rustled up a wind and the celestial bodies […]
This is a wonderful line from Beatrix Potter in The Tale Of Johnny Town Mouse. Annie and I used to read it together and break out in ripples of laughter. In that single line the whole picture unfolds, so succinctly, describing the presence of a cat in the house. I […]
Just the other day we were sitting in front of the TV watching some serial, when they interrupted the programme with an announcement, which went something like this…` Silver Alert! An elderly man has gone missing. Anyone who knows his whereabouts please contact….’ His photo and details flashed in front […]
The week before last, we resumed our long awaited Saturday night outings. But before that, I once again had to do the dreaded deed… descend the stairs into the basement and rummage through those bags stashed with my summer clothes. I had taken a peek into them a week ago […]
Mid week, sometime in the late afternoon, when I was lounging around the house wondering whether to take on the all consuming job of soaking the roots of my orchids in water, the phone rang. It was my Kung Fu friend. She was in the neighbourhood and wanted pop in […]