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Showing posts from January, 2015

Mumbai Slums and a Tree

The first week back at work, following a lovely fortnight with my darling Husby, was hard. To say the least. (Cliche alert!) Too much to do, too little time in which to do it. However, tending to the cultural side helped. Our first theatre outing of 2015 was to see Behind the Beautiful Forevers at the National Theatre. It had received lots of fab reviews. It follows a motley crew of 'recyclers', or rubbish collectors, whose only form of income is derived from the collection of plastic bottles, cans... the detritus of western capitalism as it takes hold in developing countries. I was most enlivened by the earthy language and expletives mouthed by sari-wearing mothers. One of the daughters insistently reads Woolf's Mrs Dalloway - asking why on earth it's important - a book about preparing for a dinner party. The first half had the flavour of Teresa Raquin - rivalries, fights... It was compelling. At the interval, Husby and I wondered where the story would go. I said it …