Its raining in Delhi. The streets are washed clean, from my vantage point in the balcony I can see the shiney clean tops of yellow autos adding romance to the gray-green day.. Its cold and crisp and slightly foggy; the leaves are bright and new, rustling in the brisk breeze...There are drops of rain clinging to the electricity wires.. and I can see, beyond the busy road and beyond the construction and beyond the buildings, the trees of the ridge slowly turning blue…
The wind is pulling fistfuls of my hair out of the knot I have piled on top of my head, whipping it across my face.. and suddenly I start to shiver, its cold… but I feel… so ALIVE!! :))
Monday, February 12, 2007
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