As I age I keep an eye on my surroundings to see how I am doing relative to others in my community. There are number of these septuagenarians that I see walking about at all times of the day near my house. Some are regular as clockwork. Some walk alone while some with what I would assume is their significant other. These appear to be of Indian heritage and hence the implied assumption that the said significance arises out of prior matrimony. They walk together or few feet apart with the patriarch normally 20 yards ahead and the spouse trying to catch up. Nonetheless they show a briskness to their business of perambulating. Their routine constitutional is a must. With the California wildfires there was ash in the air. But some persisted. With the covid hanging out with prior dibs on the atmosphere there was a requirement to don masks anyway. So some came out regardless and kept walking. I for one am noticing the certain degradation of...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!