waiting for california rains.. diaspora jungles..

a white halloween was simply my reality the last 3 years. back in ca, i await the monsoon equivalent - no rumbling clouds, no smell of the earth right before it rains - nevertheless it's as close as i get to a monsoon now. this fall is different - my spring continues; new adventures; alive again!

navigating a strange dose of culture and tradition or a semblance of it - a friend throws a navrathri-golu just so the growing daughter grasps her heritage [not sure why every generation tries so hard; so quickly people slip into roles] - vermilion got me in the mood though.