From the Window Seat

I stood there waiting for my friend to arrive. I was getting annoyed as he had taken too long and it had been a tiring day for me. Shifting my weight from one leg to the other, shielding my eyes from the glaring sun, I peered to gaze as far as possible, hoping to see him hurrying towards me, but to no avail. He was nowhere in sight. Having nothing else to do, while I waited, I started watching the people passing by and the ladies selling ethnic Indian artifacts on the floor. There were shops all around me - three big names in the fast food chain, a famous shop selling milk shakes, a man selling cold drinks and mineral water from his cycle cart, a beggar girl selling roses and a corner shop selling imported perfumes and other toiletries. The workers at an excavation site, just a stone’s throw away from where I stood, were creating a racket with their power drills and other tools. Everyone was busy. People were walking by rather purposefully… all had some dead line to meet...a bus to b

I can never contain it…this immense longing for rain. That feeling…a heart full of some never decipherable emotions.. waiting to burst out. Crazy as it may sound, but even the barely credible metrological department’s ‘No Rain Today’ predictions fail to curb it. The smallest splotch of dark cloud in the sky sets my hope racing. “Rain. Let it rain. Please please let it rain”. Never does my secular self display such devout pleas as on one such day. There is something about the gentle drizzle on the street and the dark sky. I can’t help; but hold out my palm, to enjoy the most beautiful thing that God created. Rain! I pine for the feeling of rain drops falling on my face…then opening my mouth and containing as many drops as possible. The joy of touching and bursting the bubbles left behind by a droplet that has just been engulfed by a puddle is unmatched. Even as the cool breeze soothes out the summer woes, the thunderbolts break open the walls that I’ve made around myself, to ward off pa

The perfect place..the place to pour it all - the million thoughts that circulate the matrix of my brain. A wishful leap to catch its fragments...to pen them down..this is..My Blog.