1, 2, 3, 4... long breath. Crunches on a late March evening as I try to get rid of the flab gained at my desk job over the past 3 months. What really strikes me every evening is the sheer beauty of where my Dad's house is located. Used to the sweat shop the office in Pune was, boss screaming on the end of the line, days that stretched into the night, the din of Mumbai over the weekend... these days in Delhi are peace that I could pay for.
Swaying trees in the afternoon breeze, squirrels and parrots chirping through the day, give way to mellow evenings with smell of wet earth as the neighbors water their garden and trees silhouetted against the moon and the Orion's belt at night.
I am sure if you spoke to my mother this peace does not reflect there, all she sees is a son racing to meet a few deadlines, juggling schedules to meet friends and someone who is always at the computer doing something or the other. What she does not know is that somehow I have found moments of peace these past 2 weeks. Maybe its a function of just being home, maybe it's the trees against the moon...
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when are you going to post again??
as often as possible. usually when bitten by the writing bug...
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