Contemplations and Ruminations

Before we arrived Vinod had ground and fermented rice and urad dal for dosa batter (cause dad is not really into cereal or sandwiches or cold cuts) so the next day I made chutney and dosa for breakfast. Then me and mom cleared out all the accumulated junk in Vinod’s cupboard. Around 11am, we decided to go to the English speaking church in Geneva to attend the 12:15pm English mass. My brother was at work, so we had to take the bus and my ticket taking skills were a bit rusty, so video called my brother and figured out how to operate the ticket vending machine.  Then took a one hour pass, which is 3chf per person and waited for bus 22 which came after twenty minutes or so, apparently my tgf app (it’s an app to check bus timings, which are rather precise, in Geneva) reading skills were also rusty. This is the sunlight drenched bus stop . Pope John XXIII church, the English speaking church in Geneva. (Church 1, let's count how many churches we've visited on this trip) We reached ch

     So I’m back in my tertiary home (my brother’s place in Geneva) and this time around the drama quotient has increased (courtesy the parents); they like to attend mass everyday and we dare not go late or even think of skipping church, cause we (the siblings) don’t want things to get out of hand. Almost everyday I’m on the Geneva catholique church website trying to figure out where to attend mass (messe in French) and how to get them to church (église in French) on time. It helps that the churches or chapels are cute and nestled in wild greenery, so we get to explore mother nature too… the living breathing church. We don’t seem to realise that we are part of her.      The visa process was normal enough, though it took a long time at the visa processing center (VFS in Chennai) to get things done. The last time (2017) it was rather quick, in a hour or so my number was called and they took my application and in a week’s time I received my passport with the schengen visa. This time we