I’m listening to “Lemon Tree” by Fool’s garden. I can’t make any sense of the lyrics but I ADORE this song. It is a very bouncy, happy song…it reminds me of all the fairs I went to as a kid, all the cotton candy I got in my hair. I went to a fair this year too, but didn’t get any cotton candy. Damn. But what I did get, was one of those things you can blow bubbles out of. A thin looped wire covered by a plastic tube, which you dip into this canister filled with soapy liquid and then blow into. Of course it is toxic. The guy I bought it from had weird boils on his face. The wire was a little rusted. But, as is typical of me, disrespecting all notions of hygiene, I kept it for TWO whole weeks. I blew bubbles all over my house. The best part was when I blew them under the fan, they zoomed crazily all over the room showing off their psychedelic colors. Beats any PC game any day. I might have contracted all sorts of hitherto unknown diseases from them. But, the thing is, the last time I played with bubbles was a time I don’t even remember. I always knew I liked them, but I could never remember a time when I had them. So my bubbles this year, were a pilgrimage of sorts to my younger six year old self. It was a vacation to check on the six year old Subha. And it is something I want to do every year from now on. But maybe not with bubbles though. Next year, I’ll try cotton candy.