Friday, January 27, 2012

This afternoon

Today I want to write about this afternoon.

The kind of afternoon which comes about only between the winter and the spring. The kind of afternoon when the sun borders on being too strong and yet is missed dearly when one escapes into the shade. The afternoon which burns the cheeks incessantly and yet comes with a sense of relief and pleasure.

This afternoon I sit with my left cheek turned towards the sun. The head tilted to one side to avoid looking the sun in the eye. This is the kind of afternoon built for dreaming about Africa and Jaipur and journeys and landcapes and authors and books and incidents far far away.

The afternoon made for sitting amongst grass and twigs and yellow buds about to unfurl into unruly maroon flowers. The kind of afternoon which just for today, is perfect, for dreaming and day dreaming and imagining words and worlds.

As I sit with my left cheek turned towards the sun, I am satiated and happy, with just this one afternoon.

Monday, January 02, 2012

This New Year's Day

Winter Rain
and chill in the air

warm food
besides snug heaters

building new memories

Friends far away
Cozy blankets
around Books
new and old

Cafetieres and decanters
Among cups of tea
with cardamom and cloves

Ghunghroo, forever in our thoughts and conversations
Rocky snug in his chair, chewing his way to happiness -
chairs, seats, blankets and today - a pair of woolen gloves

Resolve, hopes and a little bit of practicality
Tiptowing its way in.

with lots of Plum Cake
one ripe Fig
and more and more food.

Plenty to be thankful for
this New Year's Day.