I love Marilyn. Don't you? I guess Chicago loves her a whole lot, too. I took this picture at the risk of my life! Marilyn ( all 26 feet of her) towers over a busy downtown square, and ever since she found a temporary home in this windy city, shutter bugs have been crowding the area beneath her billowing ( and very iconic)skirt.There is no dearth of visitors for this delicious lady whose best friends were diamonds. Voyeurs from all nationalities gaze upwards ( she wears white knickers underneath, in case you were wondering). The controversial statue has attracted a lot of flack from residents who find it trashy and frivolous. But I think it's fun and it certainly made me smile, as I dodged traffic to get a closer look at the world's most famous blond.
It's back to Mumbai and frantic writing. I had barely three hours of sleep today. My writer's wrist is acting up yet again... but it feels so damn good to be seated at my favourite spot, with a familiar laptop and the reassuring sounds and smells emanating out of the busy kitchen close by. But one big and very comforting presence is sadly missing from this scene of balanced and harmonious domesticity. We lost Kiara last sunday. It is a loss that I shall never get over - she was by far the most beautiful red head in the world. Yes, sleeker and sexier than even M.M.
Farewell, my lovely.