From beneath the flowering Persian Lilac (Melia Azedarach) tree, I looked up and saw a sky of the truest blue through the fresh green leaves of spring. White clouds sailed across the blue, silhouetting a pair of crows in shiny black.
The sun went down painting the clouds pink and purple, leaving behind a soft golden glow. Behind the hibiscus, the full moon rose fading from yellow to white, till finally, the world was just different shades of grey.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Friday, March 06, 2009
Happiness Rains
Paper boats racing down the storm drain with four kids cheering them on sheltered from the lightning and the pouring rain by a tin roof.
Returning home soaking wet after winning a football match we should have lost since we were playing with most of the regulars banned for poor academic performance.
Returning home soaking wet after winning a football match we should have lost since we were playing with most of the regulars banned for poor academic performance.
Continuing the Founder's display as the lights blew, one by one, in the summer storm.
Riding an auto through the gates of a green Pune University through the drizzle of the monsoon.
Stuck in the middle of nowhere in a downpour with darkness upon us, singing.
Sprinting up to Cheena Peak in a drizzle stopping only to pull leeches off our ankles.
Spending an hour in a village home not understanding a word of the conversation, invited in from the pouring rain.
Wandering through the Himachal hills, splashing each other by jumping in the puddles, not wanting to get home.
Discarding umbrellas and walking barefoot through paddy fields looking for frogs and mushrooms.
Is it any wonder that I love the rain so?
Stuck in the middle of nowhere in a downpour with darkness upon us, singing.
Sprinting up to Cheena Peak in a drizzle stopping only to pull leeches off our ankles.
Spending an hour in a village home not understanding a word of the conversation, invited in from the pouring rain.
Wandering through the Himachal hills, splashing each other by jumping in the puddles, not wanting to get home.
Discarding umbrellas and walking barefoot through paddy fields looking for frogs and mushrooms.
Scrambling for higher ground in the middle of the night as the swollen Alaknanda washed the sand away from under our tents.
Is it any wonder that I love the rain so?
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Adios, Amigo
You made your way quietly into my world, accompanying me on walks, sitting with me by the pond, sharing my meals. You welcomed me into yours, with all its quirky inhabitants. You made me laugh with your dances in the water, with your games of tag and the wrinkles on your forehead.
And now you're gone, my guardian from snakes in the grass and elephants in the night. Tears come unbidden.
And I will miss you.
And now you're gone, my guardian from snakes in the grass and elephants in the night. Tears come unbidden.
And I will miss you.
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