If I don't remember my Amma today, when shall I remember her. On this day 41 years ago she pained to give me birth. It's a good feeling, not it? I still feel the warmth and love of her touch. The murmer of life, not it? When can I be on her bed side again? Sure sooner than later I should be able to give her a warm kiss on the cheek. 41 gone. How many more to count? One never knows. One doesn't want to know either.

You know something? Melbourne is changing these days. The warm days would be back soon. The evenings are going to be sunny. You will again hear the sweet sound of willow hitting the leather. The days of our war of attrition will begin soon. Only god knows what's there in stock. The spring is already here. I sould visit the botanical garden on one of these days. I can really here the murmer of life there.