Thursday, September 16, 2010
Last night on my last walk past ten thirty, the plump quarter moon was efflulgent, haloed in a red and black sky, even as the silence of the night was underlined by distant drums and cymbals from festive processions making their way to the sea, and elsewhere the babel of sundry tv sets and air-conditioners humming pinned the day in place.
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The city of contrasts :-)
Great piece... you are good not only in describing colours, this time, it is sounds.... the procession to the sea... any pics??
Effulgent. Gorgeous word; seldom used. Thanks for lifting my sights.
and the air/breeze on ur face Ben? :-)
The night always brings awesome sights in the cities...
It's Visarjan time already??Whew.
there is a particular smell of air conditioners as you walk past them on the street. i smelled it again in barcelona. and felt nostalgic. had never noticed it before :-)
Austy...you are a perfect example of "Show, don't tell"...so much to learn just by reading you.
Stealing sights?
:)
tamanna-- oh yes, always.
shiv-- thank you. Nope, this was past 10.30 in the night, and I only heard snatches in the air.
Elizabeth- fat and content and radiant equals efflugent?
Crabbie-- some breeze, but not a gust, noo
Amit--Visarjan begins from day 2, people invite Ganpatiji for different periods
Ricercar-- there is? Here, the raatrani and jui predominate :)
PQ-- week after week of 400 words and some amazing teachers. but thank you.
mago- oh yes,by the vault load. :)
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