I gathered the swirl of my chiffon skirt and hitched it a bit higher. With
the parasol as my saviour, I tried my callisthenics skills at landing safely
in small stretches of hard solid land between puddles of all geographical
sizes.
It is a herculean task, I concluded.
the parasol as my saviour, I tried my callisthenics skills at landing safely
in small stretches of hard solid land between puddles of all geographical
sizes.
It is a herculean task, I concluded.
As a child I welcomed the blessings from the skies with open hands,
literally. Jumping into the largest and deepest puddle was a joy untold.
The thought of the school books being bathed in water drops never
crossed my mind until a ferocious glare from my mother's eyes put an
end to my merry-making.
Those were the days of care-free life.
literally. Jumping into the largest and deepest puddle was a joy untold.
The thought of the school books being bathed in water drops never
crossed my mind until a ferocious glare from my mother's eyes put an
end to my merry-making.
Those were the days of care-free life.
Today the charcoal black clouds grimaced and unanimously connived to vent
their emotions and loosened themselves to send their ire on Mother Earth.
Mumbai is an island city and the showers reminded us, marooning the citizens.
Wish I had the magic wand or Aladdin's lamp to put an end to this showery
tyranny.
Lo and behold the black urchins were sent packing and a clear blue
blanket spread before me. I peeped from the edge of my parasol to witness
the dramatics in the sky. The Sun being in a parsimonious mood sprinkled his
rays and a seven spectrum wonder unfolded before me. Discarding their
rainy gear, all heads turned their gaze towards the melange of colours in
the sky.
The artist had splashed his palette of colours on the vast canvas and
the earthy connoisseurs lapped it up. A curve spread on my face and
I could feel the positive vibes spreading warmth over my being.
their emotions and loosened themselves to send their ire on Mother Earth.
Mumbai is an island city and the showers reminded us, marooning the citizens.
Wish I had the magic wand or Aladdin's lamp to put an end to this showery
tyranny.
Lo and behold the black urchins were sent packing and a clear blue
blanket spread before me. I peeped from the edge of my parasol to witness
the dramatics in the sky. The Sun being in a parsimonious mood sprinkled his
rays and a seven spectrum wonder unfolded before me. Discarding their
rainy gear, all heads turned their gaze towards the melange of colours in
the sky.
The artist had splashed his palette of colours on the vast canvas and
the earthy connoisseurs lapped it up. A curve spread on my face and
I could feel the positive vibes spreading warmth over my being.
Dark days and potholes road ridden
O rainbow! where were you hidden?
with your myriad hues soft
why don't you show up oft?
Not days, I live in moments few
life-time of memories, I brew
Tango with the sunshine
and all will be fine.
I inhaled the fragrance of the rainbow and with gusto jumped into the puddle.
Childhood revisited.
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