…. the swaying of leaves….the gust of wind…. u shiver……. cuddle in your own arms…….wishing 4r more warmth….stronger grasp….the need for coarseness…..that occasional waft of raindrop…u wait for it…..to touch u…..caress your lips…..like d kiss of undying………then there is that blazing fork…...incandescent…akin to the laughs of millions of babies…..pouting of scores of buds……the thunder…. reminiscence of father Christmas homecoming…….its just raining…simply raining…..right here…seeing mumbai drenched… desperate for the radiant sun……seeing homes clogged…..roofless destitutes hunting shelter……..the might of the red bully BEST humbled….the shackles of cast creed color race status all lost in oblivion …..wrecked in d choked bogies of local trains…all strangers yet closer then siblings…Chivalry manifested at its best…never have women felt much safer…. every experience is accounted for….and the stunt of wading waist deep murky pools which are racing the freeways ….. Some huddled by the lonesome wadapav wala …spicing up their otherwise gloomy day….or is it gloomy??? …. the masaledaar sweetcorn…n steaming Nescafe….playing “raindrops falling on my head”. …romanticism is undefined……..
… essence of monsoon is much awaited….as this scathing sun scorches our mind and soul. As I see the blooms withering…branches washed in dust…homes unbarred in anticipation of that friendly breeze….which is so long due
