Tuesday, January 13, 2015


It's cold inside and whenever I can, I am on the terrace. Mat, cushions, water, music, books and even papers to correct - I don't mind. 

I follow the sun around the little space like Hobbes. I upturn my hair and let it dry like clothes on a line. I laze, close my eyes and watch the sun Klee itself behind my lids. I am sun-stunned.

No oranges but I don't mind. Soon it will be time for kolams and manjal and pongal and when it is, yellow and orange will be implied.

I might wish that all days be like this but because they're not, I am unusually content.

1 comment:

mona mishra said...

Your blog seems to have made its way to me when i needed to connect with myself.
Many thanks:)