Remnants Of Our Conversations
usually the sound of passing roads, sudden brakes, interrupted dialogues
night before last the sound of knife chopping Aalu
evenings when it pours the sparkling dome of my blue umbrella, the cool of the rain on my face
always the urgency and comfort of comraderie, weightlessness, simplicity, warmth
thank you.
night before last the sound of knife chopping Aalu
evenings when it pours the sparkling dome of my blue umbrella, the cool of the rain on my face
always the urgency and comfort of comraderie, weightlessness, simplicity, warmth
thank you.
6 Comments:
Enjoy even if 'Kal ho' the little things in life that Meera points out, that many of us bypass like they dont exists.
here via Truth Blog. nice.
Hi Meera,
Love your writing. Can I add you to my list?
I'm always interested in what you have to write. But you should know that.
How's Joseph Knecht striking you?
hey what happened 2 u?
no regular postings....
I luv ur writings....
Rajaram
Liked all the lines except the last.
It just seemed too pretentious :)
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