A day in India isn't complete without spending some time in the garden. For several winters, I've wished for a comfortable chaise for reading outside. Sprawling on a yoga mat doesn't work, the ants number in the thousands. This morning, Sujata suddenly recalled that neighbor Geetha had a cane chair she wasn't using. Hooray! Voila! Thank you!
Rest assured, I am resting assured, at least one hour a day under the chikoo or sapodilla fruit tree. And to add security to my comfort, my four legged buddy, Simba, stands guard wherever I go. As I write, he is curled at my feet...the head of security, resting here at Taralaya in Whitefield, outside of Bangalore.