I love the time between two and four on a summer afternoon…the time between school and homework. Even the skies over India seem to share your joy. They appear deep blue...the color of daisy bells in the valley. Everything is hot and pleasant. Pleasant because of the occasional wind that brushes my hair onto my face. Looking up from my mat I realize that it’s the perfect time for a nap. Nature too seems to have succumbed to the lullaby of the soporific Indian summer. But how can someone let go of such a beautiful day..??? So many hours and days pass by…in sleep…lost to time… lost for eternity. As the wind weaves in and out of my hair I am driven back in time….
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Indian summer
I love the time between two and four on a summer afternoon…the time between school and homework. Even the skies over India seem to share your joy. They appear deep blue...the color of daisy bells in the valley. Everything is hot and pleasant. Pleasant because of the occasional wind that brushes my hair onto my face. Looking up from my mat I realize that it’s the perfect time for a nap. Nature too seems to have succumbed to the lullaby of the soporific Indian summer. But how can someone let go of such a beautiful day..??? So many hours and days pass by…in sleep…lost to time… lost for eternity. As the wind weaves in and out of my hair I am driven back in time….
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