I’m halfway there with our visas for India and now just have to wait for the kids’ ones to arrive, having waited today at the Victoria office.
The queuing in the visa office, with its difficult to follow three-track system, may be designed to keep your nerves on edge as you strain your ears to work out if they called your number, but at least the system works in the end.
I still can’t quite believe that my kids’ visas require: their passports, photocopies of ours, declaration letter, letter from us to say we authorise their visas plus the actual visa form itself.
Nonetheless, visas can now leave my list of things to sort out double-quick, with their place taken by which relatives to visit, cars (from airports and then for aforementioned visiting) and the usual packing and holiday stuff (including Bengali cramming).
But there’s a whole week and a half left to do all that.
There are two times when the light in the South of France changes the landscape to something magical and slightly other-worldly.
One is at sunset, when the sky rapidly moves from a washed out dusk to a shortlived series of startling reds and oranges. The other occurs during the day, when the hills around where we stayed last week achieved a remarkable measure of depth, with the lines of hills appearing in the sort of steps you’d expect from a pop-up book.
It is no wonder then that the area has long been a haunt of artists, including Cézanne, Renoir, Van Gogh, Matisse and Picasso. Continue reading
গতকাল আমার ছুটি সেস হয়ে ফ্রান্সের থেকে ফিরে গিয়েছিলাম | সেখানে একটা সপ্তাহ থেকেছিলাম |
সেটা বাচ্চায়ের প্রথম ছুটি ছিল এবং ছুটিতা তার খুব ভালো লেগেছে | উড়োজাহাজে মুস্কিল ছিলনা – আকাশে গিয়ে বাচ্চা ঘুমোতে গিয়েছিল |
বাচ্চা সমুদ্র তীরে নিয়ে বালিয়ের সঙ্গে খেলা খুবই ভালো লেগেছে | Continue reading
“Oh cool, a book.” What better words to hear my six year-old son say on opening his first present. He doesn’t do sarcasm, not yet anyway, so it was said in all sincerity in case you were wondering. Also, in case you are still wondering, it was George’s Marvellous Medicine.
So I was less worried knowing this was to be the year his two-year campaign for a Nintendo DS finally paid off. The thing may have shot straight to the top of his all-time-best-present list, and he may have a minor obsession with Lego Star Wars at the moment, but he’s still playing slightly unfathomable imaginary games with action figures and even choosing to read on his own sometimes.
I was also pleased when he came into the kitchen yesterday with a request. “I don’t like this [cake with bits in it], can I have a cut-up apple instead.” Continue reading
The countdown to baby’s arrival continues. In the midst of this there’s the challenge of working from home during the school holidays to contend with. Now, a few weeks in, I’m getting used to having other people around all the time – though a tactical use of iPod and earphones helps when my son has friends around.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a misanthrope, not all the time any way, but this is the first summer when we’ve all been at home so much. My wife’s stopped working and her condition means we took an early holiday in May to avoid traveling, so we really have all been around most of the time.
One of the things I like about this (told you I wasn’t entirely misanthropic) is spending more time with my son, which this week has seen me become more active than I’ve been in a while. Continue reading
Ekhane amar chuti-r kotha:
Holiday – chuti
Beach – sōmudrō tir Continue reading