There is a veritable mini forest of Brazilian Copper trees in full bloom outside my balcony. It is such a visual treat to stand there at sunset, looking over the canopy of gold ( why are they called 'copper' when they are actually golden?) and watch that molten blob ( SURYA) disappearing into the Arabian Sea. I love this moment, and no matter how stressful the day has been, I ALWAYS say a prayer for small mercies and salute the dying day for all that it has given me. The heat haze adds a soft focus glow to the scene, rendering it far more beautiful than it is. Mumbai's notorious pollution adds to the surrealism.... but who's complaining? We all need our illusions, right?

Gogia Pasha, where are you? The day of reckoning is here ( Election results), and everything is up in the air - including the top job. I'm off to Inox to watch Antaheen, the very Bong film with two Bengali tigresses in the lead ( Sharmila Tagore and Aparna Sen). Review tomorrow. Inshallah. Had promised my husband I'd rest my shoulder over weekends - at least on sundays. But I am not sure I'll be able to honour that vow. Khair.... if nothing else, I'll post the column that appeared in Asian Age today. Those of you who get to watch BBC at GMT times, look out for the series Glitz and Grime anchored by Mihir Bose. I have the telecast timings. But am too lazy to refer to them right now. I'm sure the website can provide those details. Gotta run. Dinner at Tetsuma, apres-movie. Since Aditya, my son with the caramel eyes, is involved with the restaurant, I am allowed to boast. It is by far the best fusion Japanese cuisine outside Nobu, as good as Wasabi... without Wasabi's killer prices. And yes - we pay for our meal, just like everybody else!! Ciao ciao. That's for my daughter Arundhati, who is holidaying with Madhu Sapre at Madhu's charming Italian seaside home in a village called Riccione. I shall miss her madly tomorrow at the Mother's Day Brunch. The first one she will be missing.