Brisk night walk, gaping at the moon.

You overhear snatches of a song and stop short.

You still remember every line  every riff. 

(The Things We Said Today.)

You remember the person you once were.

The moon looks down....

 The full moon looked down upon lit skyscrapers,  calmly.

Shimmered over sleeping sand dunes, so distant.

Tucked away in the cold.

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 A cold breeze wafts from the desert, winter finally, or something like it.

The evening sky is a delicate peach amber....

The mukhda I somewhat remember... the antara I don't ...scrambling for words after 36 years...mil gaya, thanks google!

 Your 10th DA today, Baba. That dawn never to be forgotten.

Somewhere i am still the bawling two year old demanding to see light dancing on water st two in the night.

I miss you. 

 A sliver of a moon... and then it was gone!

 Uttarayan! 

A sky full of kites..

in the sunshine, a young kid with a friends cap, jumping about... eternity

the sun gets into my eyes

  Prisha, age 4,asks "Aunty, how long does it take to comb your hair?"

"Ten minutes..."

"But so long..." she says

"Yes, it is long." I say

"Like Rapunzels.."

"But mine is all silver.. see? She had golden hair.." I say

"Put black color" says Prisha, age 4.

L'Oreal,  a legacy business for all time.

 And before you know it, a new year, a year of miracles and amazing surprises....