There are 10 people staying in the house now. I do not like houseguests for longer than a week. And these ones...the grand-relation types....are good for asking nosy questions and generally getting on ones nerves. You get to hear good old family-stories but...........I hate being under so many eyes. It's so different on stage. I've loved every one of my short stints with theatre.
I am fully aware of every movement I make, conscious of dozens of eyes watching me. And I love the power it gives me. But there the lines are rehearsed. Silences in theatre add to performance-power. I've had silences like that off-stage too. Fraught with feeling so palpable that it touches my mouth and dries my lips. A moment of terror for those who back away from untoward emotion.

We celebrated Janaki's birthday at Green Park yesterday. I rode in the dicky of the Qualis singing 'Que sera sera.' We had an open log-cabin to ourselves with water falling all around and perched over a pool. The music was terrible but we had fun and I took lots of photographs. Vernon and I talked about a lot of things....misguided feelings, the reproductive habits of mer-people, acceptance, flexibility, why I couldn't go on the slide and other such profound topics. I was too restless to really taste what I ate. I basically ran around sampling from everyone and tickling Nandini and threatening Samar with instant drowning. Then I photographed everyone over dessert, with cream all over their mouths.
As of now we're trying to come up with an indecent, Bengali nickname for E. We've come up with Buju, Pocha and....on his own suggestion....Nothing. Suggestions are welcome.