SARS

Or is it Severely Apprehensive Respiratory Syndrome?

34 degrees Centigrade. I shook the thermometer by the neck. The mercury refused to budge. The glass container looked at me in the eye and said that it has seen bigger people quail before its eyes. So there. Looks like the thermo is broken. I decided to get a new one.

For the love of mike!

I like them sexy. Thick, luscious lips waiting to break open the passion beneath. Strong white teeth. A crooning, mellifluous voice. Titillating. Sometimes reverberating inside the soul. But that's my personal opinion. In my profession I can't afford to choose.

An inch away from those pair of cherry red lips and I swoon. I close my eyes and let go. Singing to her every tune, feeling every breath. Passion, making waves. And at the end of it all they sprain my neck. Soft, warm hands, without realising their strength. Chocking my breath an inch away from life. As if to immortalize those passionate moments.

On wearing mundu!

Mund. Munde. Mundu. All one and the same thing. In some cases a bit of a rag! In other cases, a delightful piece of attire that keeps the stuffing in! After a long gap I got the chance to wear that 'delightfully easy to wear' length of cloth - mundu. The occasion was a kathakali performance in Toronto by the all women Tripunithura Kathakali Troupe.

Mundu IS the most sensible item of clothing that has come into being or been designed over the years. It is mostly worn in the southernmost part of India, particularly Kerala and Tamil Nadu.