Tag: River
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New Lunch Menu at Loetje
My love for Loetje is well-documented. I continue to enjoy their food and service. They have revamped the lunch menu and offer poke bowls, which are quite trendy at the moment. I had mine with “biefstuk” – it was delicious, beautifully cooked meat, succulent and full of flavor. The men in my life enjoyed their…
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Last Day in Lisbon: Walk With Us
An indelible memory of Lisbon will be our walks along the Tagus river. The evening market, buzz of people, music, and the sound of tinkling glasses. A city during the evening, and at night, has a different character. It crawls out from under its mask and truly reveals itself. I feel closer, more connected with…
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Lisbon day 4: Belem and Museu Berardo
Belem pichkari jo tune mujhe maari Toh bole re zamana kharabi ho gayi Planning the day for Belem had Apoorva constantly singing this warped song and now everytime I think of Belem this tune is stuck in my head, HELP! Belem is gorgeous. What an inadequate adjective to use, so let me try harder, the sky is…
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Lisbon day 3: Oceanario, Mercado, and Urban trekking
On the third day in Lisbon my true love said to me, Wear walking shoes, eat good breakfast, and take pictures plentifully…. For children and grown-up children like me the Oceanario de Lisboa is a wondrous place. Aquariums are such a joy, their darkness cocoons you, you feel isolated from the world, above and beyond,…
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Rereading The God of Small Things
It is like returning to a lover you never stopped loving I pause and linger, rolling words in my mouth, tasting the luscious lusty writing of someone as giving as Roy It is indulgent and selfish on my part After all there are many new books waiting on the to-read shelf Still….. They can wait…
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Kathjodi
I remember the Ambassador rides from Bhubaneswar to Cuttack Your tussar sari draped around your shoulder At home you would read files, make notes “It is tough being a woman Secretary of Industries” You had endometriosis A fresh incision on an arterial vein Never did you take a day off, Never did anyone find out In…
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river’s lullaby
of rivers crossed walking barefoot on their saturated beds their vastness bound into a trickling ribbon the pregnant swelling during monsoon fish in baskets, fish in oil dried fish rubbed with salt hung to dry the roundness of stones beneath feet of rivers exiled burnt in heat, shivering in the cold often looted,…
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