Festival Lights.

My daughter in love has been at it again. She has decorated our living room and the veranda adjoining it with sparkling strings of lights for Christmas.

She also insisted on taking a photograph of me in my favourite perch. She switched off the reading lamp which was on to help me read the magazine to my right and switched on all the strung lights.

Belly Dance.

After reading my post Weight Loss The Fun Way, Maxi had this to say:

“When I close my eyes I see Rummy in a grass skirt doin’ a belly dance … hmmm. Do you celebrate Christmas? If so, ya might wanna wait to start an exercise routine.”

I could not resist the temptation to respond with this: “Maxi, I may stretch a point and do the belly dance on a dare, but wear grass skirts? No! It would be more likely in my lungi.”

For the uninitiated, here is a dance sequence in an old Hindi film where both the hero and the heroine are wearing lungis.

No Maxi, I don’t celebrate Christmas. I do not celebrate any festivals nor observe any rites/rituals. But my friend Neena up in Delhi has promised to bake me the largest fruit cake I have ever eaten, if I knock off ten kilograms before Christmas and I am hard at work at it.