Skip to main content

It's COLD!

Just as I sat in the bus I got a call. All I could hear from the caller's end was noise. Things being picked up, put down, shifted....and then, 'meow'. MEOW. It was a little louder, and then persistent. MEYAAAAOW!  Now, it was a demand!

"Buggy, tinu., tinu.." Dad called out...

The bloody bugger was back home!

I smiled to myself - all teeth visible. This called for me to write my second blog.


Utter Glee! That was what it felt like.

Then gladness spread. Through my veins, shooting through my legs, sprightly through my fingers, swelling in my heart and exulted out in a whiff of smoke. Then, it was all over the place. Shrouded, in gladness...in mist... "It's COLD!" I mumbled. 

It was then that frost bit, the fingers curled and snuggled deeper into the sweater pockets. Momentarily, I rubbed the reverse of my palm against my nose. It was frozen.


I was falling in love yet again...

It is WINTER in DELHI!


And, Delhi, I Love You :-)

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

That Which Never Began

It was terminal It could never begin It was drawing It got happening It was anodyne It started beaming It was boundless It kept flowing It was in fragments It was replete Consummate Without ever beginning
Post a Comment
Read more

I want to Fly Away

I want to fly away, right away Now, not soon I want, by my own, I find my own Not be told, not here on I want to taste the sky Roam the night Walk Paris, the cobbled streets Sip the wine, Golden, Sparkling I want to dance the night Prance in gowns Burst balloons Flirt around Mesmerise Capture that time Freeze my dream Toss the coing Flip it all Let go  And still go on
Post a Comment
Read more

Moonbeam

I don't feel the compulsion to write too, but I experienced a surge of emotions, yet unlived.  Of being revealed of my poverty, yet of my plentitude! The misplaced ego gets amply quelled when a brighter, more powerful and compelling luminosity shines upon it.  It is left bare, pared of its sheen, in utter submission. The glow is mesmerising to a point of rapture. The realisation that you are yet discovering it explodes the possibilities of it, that be.  That it chooses to be just as attracted by you is befuddling.  You are just glad that it was you.  That you found such a place to be where the moon struck, Where the beam illuminated your being, of which yet unaware Where moments; countable, satiate When having felt the glow, you have found that you have come to life
Post a Comment
Read more