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Double-tinted tulips– blinding, don’t you think?
So, Mother’s Day has come and gone, and over these past few weeks, I have beamed and shared my good fortune and blessings of bearing the title of ‘mother’ with my family, friends and loved ones. You’ve seen pictures of a scrumptious brunch I was treated to, as well as an exquiste cake and breathtakingly beautiful flowers, but I didn’t make any mention of a card, did I?
A ground creeper that’s even better than grass sometimes…
Yes, that’s the claim I’m making, and I’m sticking to it! Because I have yet to taste a tastier version of Chinese-style Chicken Fried Rice than the kind that I make at home.
This is the last in a series of three pictures of the white tulips outside my house. If I christened the very first one for myself, and the second one for my honey and I, this one is representative of my family: my immediate one that consists of my husband, my two children, my two parents, and a parent-in-law. Are we all not like these lovely tulips, here today and gone tomorrow?
Despite all the great visuals of the places, people and food around the world, this movie didn’t do much for me. Despite Javier Bardem, even. Post-divorce globe-trotting to find oneself might be all the rage these days, but one needs to be a man or a woman of means in order to do that. Julia Roberts is exquisite as always with all the right accessories no matter what the hairdo, a French chignon or windblown look, and no matter how opulent or sparse her surroundings.
The sights and sounds of Rome, Italy, the ashram somewhere in smalltown India, and finally the picture-card perfect surroundings in Bali all make for some lovely picturesque views, but for me all that eating, praying and finally even the loving didn’t offer a total sense of satisfaction.
I don’t grudge the woman her freedom, but for someone who confesses to having either being with a man or leaving him her whole life, it seems like by the end of the movie, not much has changed in that regard. Which is the point of it all anyway, perhaps? (It’s a good thing, I waited to watch this on DVD.)
I thought this was a fun romantic comedy, a good “time-pass,” if you will. Nothing too complicated about two people getting to know each other over the telephone before they meet in person, of course, but what made this a fun story was the twists of one party not knowing who the other party really was.
John Abraham with dimples and all was quite the hunka-hunka burning love despite his four eyes, and that Muslim pregnant girl was quite convincing in her role of Miss-Independent-Don’t-Need-A-Man. I thought that Mishka, the main heroine, however, didn’t have mainstream Indian looks, and I don’t think she’d go off very well as a lead in Hindi cinema. She’s very pleasant-looking alright, but she could pass for a non-Indian as well.
Nice views of London city-life and the Tower Bridge and London Bridge.
The second in a series of three pictures of white tulips from my very own front yard. If yesterday’s single tulip I christened for myself, this one is representative of my honey and I.
