Portrait

sunday’s are delicious. i realize today was easter sunday, and this has no significance for me except for memories from my childhood when we were given the privilege of making a trip to the kandos shop oppostie thurstan college to buy easter bunny chocolates, but i hope it was good for those of you it does affect. mahangu has a nice post about it.
however, i made the most of my sunday, too.

i woke up reasonably early and had the longest shower. some days, that seems the only way to avoid dropping dead from the heat. i went book shopping, at the vijitha yapa bookshop in crescat, and bought something i know i’m going to break my heart reading : the boy who loved anne frank. anyone who’s read the diary of anne frank, which is a phenomenally powerful read in iteself, knows about peter van pels, anne’s closest confidante and dearest friend.

i met anush and his friends for awhile at breeze bar, in the cinnamon grand. i didn’t drink, i haven’t in about a month, but they had all these fancy, colourful cocktails. anush was having a margarita, which, if i may say so, is my trademark drink. this is an acquired, classic preference he stole from me. the breeze bar is generally a nice place, especially for a drink with friends on a lazy sunday afternoon. and especially if it’s hot, because the place is surrounded by trees and shade. the boys (and i, a li’l bit) were full of evil jokes and depricating stories.

anush, breeze bar. he’s all spike-y hair. when he stands, he’s all height. i love the boy to glorious little bits, even if he mocks me for nearly everything i say and tells me that my eyes have gotten lost in my face.

next, i went to visit my bed ridden friend, J. she’s had minor surgery in her foot to remove some growth, and is quite miserably unable to do much. she (sarcastically) says she lives in a 5 star hotel where you need to say ‘please’ about 7 times before anything gets done for you. we talked alot, ate ice cream bars and pizza. in that order. she’s one of those people who’s always had an uncanny habit of knowing exactly what i mean, even when i’m incoherently struggling to express myself. this makes talking to her a whole lot easier. she’s a star.

this is J, doing one of the few things she can do, given her unfortunate situation. she has a mother of a camera and takes great pictures. she’s taken some very flattering photographs of me. and my legs.

next stop, tracy’s house. i hadn’t met khavan properly, so i got that taken care of. he is 3 months old today. he has some great expressions, very serious and severe. neha, who’s a year and a month older than khavan, is as i remember her (on most occasions), albeit a little bigger. all smiles and energy. she can walk, a drunken swagger as her father called it, and she attempts to run. soon, she’ll be a pro at it, and we’ll have to get scientifically modified arms that stretch for miles. word on the street is that she’s a bit of a bully, but i’m sure khavan will get his own back soon.

tracy, feeding khavan. he needs to be bounced around a whole lot once he starts crying, in order to calm him down. tracy has become very, very (scarily) good at this. you gotta love this family of tennekoons though. every single one of ‘em.

more pictures here.