Hand in hand, we amble.
You’re saying your prayers, you set the pace.
How else would I have seen the Monet-like leaves, almost white green, or the bed of flamboyant red tiger lilies.
In colors, my prayer.
Tied myself up in knots over some words for most of last week, amazing how calm one feels once one decides upon the course of attack.
Looks like monsoon-time now.
Mumbai floods, and is as stoic.
9 comments:
Attack...kis pe?
no rains in Bangalore though it rained in north Karnataka. the farmers are waiting.
oh, i love that last line.
oh, i love the whole prose.
'how calm one feels once one decides upon the course of attack'...how true..just right for my current mood(s).:)...AmitL
PQ- words pe! I find it SOO difficult to write essays. :)
Arunima- I hope it has rained now?
quin- ty
norrbu- ty, too.
amit- may be out of context, but so true, na?
yeah..once all the confusion fades away..and we see clearly..evrything seems so easy...no rains in delhi ur lucky to have rains in mumbai
Prayers in colours, what a touching thought.
A well thought out attack can be full of beauty also. Especially when calmness is reached what leads to a state of security or coolness - I simply do not know how to translate "gelassen" or "Gelassenheit".
mago- I realized I had to say what I wanted to, and the authority had no idea of what was in my mind when I was thinking- something like that.
s. star- I read your "friends" post with such delight and envy. Shall gladly courier some rain to you.
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