Through the window
sill:
It is drizzling
outside. Through the transparent window sill I create a race between two water
droplets, with my mind occasionally drifting to the pleasant music and the
meaningful lyrics of the song playing on my Ipod. The sound of the wind is
still searching for a gaping hole for its complete effect to be felt, though i am
still reeling under its miniscule effort.
My mind sways just like a
pendulum, flashing images of an imaginary girl as soon as the meaningful lyrics
takes a detour to my idle cerebrum. The first rain of a monsoon gets the same
welcome from a nomad just like how a farmer welcomes the harvest festival.
The sight of a boy playing
with the rain water on the highways is a sight that any photographer would love to
click and any fun lover would try to control the solemn urge to give the little
one some company.
As my eye lids face a
battle to part ways, the climate and the scenic beauty reminds nothing other
than a Mani Ratnam’s picturesque song. As I hear the last of the melancholic chords, my brain knows that it has lost the war and i doze off as i feel the last shudder of
the cold air through my nostrils!
nice :)
ReplyDeletenice da
ReplyDeleteeyelids face a battle to part ways.. :)
ReplyDeletenice, looking forward to the next one.