It’s raining in Pune. The night is still young but the skies look set for an all-nighter. The street lamps are glowing like fairy lights; they twinkle with every falling raindrop. The stars are all under cover but you can figure they are there somewhere, enjoying the sudden shower. The stars love anything that brings shine to the world – and takes the dust off leaves, pebbles and balcony railings. Continue reading
I love sitting by the window when it rains, dilly dallying over my bowl of soup or cup of coffee. I strain my nose to catch a whiff of wet earth and stretch my ears to listen to the distant song of the birds in their nests. It is then that I spot the woman in my window, quietly boring her eyes into me as if she can look right through me and to the other side.
It’s only June but mornings in Pune have started to bring rain. I woke up to the music of raindrops last night and stopped short of spooking R out by walking to the bedroom all drenched, holding a flashlight. Things got dreamier when sweet, fragrant winds blew in from the window at dawn and I couldn’t believe the world could be cruel enough to expect me to work (turns out it could!). This was when I decided on an evening treat.
“I don’t think we will need that blanket until after June.” I said to R the other day, while opening the bedroom windows for some air. All the fans in the house were whirring at top speed – or at least, trying to – and the number of bottles in the refrigerator had noticeably increased since we moved in.
“I would keep it somewhere handy.” R sounded cautious. “I have known Pune to be as moody as my wife.” Continue reading
The blogosphere has been ripe with mango fantasies. (see here for instance) But I see no sign of relief yet. All we get here in our local market are green mangoes which Ma uses for chutney. They are sour and chutney isn’t something I particularly like. Anyhow, until this summer decides to shower us with sweet, golden delights, I have had a mini gift of another kind – the 7*7 blogging award! Novroz, the adorable one with the adorable pet turtles, very sweetly passed it on to me but like everything else in life, it comes with baggage.
First up, we have the rules:
1: Tell everyone something about yourself that nobody else knows.
2: Link to a post I think fits the following categories: The Most Beautiful Piece, Most Helpful Piece, Most Popular Piece, Most Controversial Piece, Most Surprisingly Successful Piece, Most Underrated Piece, Most Pride-worthy Piece.
3: Pass this on to 7 fellow bloggers.
Okay, so the something about myself part. Some day, I want to see the aurora borealis. I want to sit under the dark night sky, with R’s arms around me, and watch spellbound as the lights dance up and around us.
*Link Fest Ahead Alert*
This tag gives the once-in-a-blue-moon chance to be all smug about your own blog. Also the fun in browsing through old posts and re-living if only for a few moments, the very day, just as it was. Here are my picks for the given categories.
When in Pune it will rain, the sky mushroom with patches of grey,
Then by the window I will sit and quietly watch the clouds sway.
The little kid on the first floor, with his wild unruly hair,
With a start he’ll flee inside, from behind his Mom stare.
The trembling creeper on the outer wall will grow more unkempt,
But the scornful oak right across will merely smirk with contempt.
The thunder from distant lands, will grumble in despair,
The ram shackled hut sadly though, will be damaged beyond repair.
Hand in hand loved ones will walk, from under an umbrella smile.
Fairy stones now glistening wet, will scamper up the stile.
With a cup of coffee and a tune or so, I’ll watch the monsoonal lane,
I’ll keep an eye in case you arrive, when in Pune it will rain.