Winter days are going away....
Already the sun seems to shine too bright. Already the mist seems to have disappeared. Already the tea feels too hot... We've had a lovely winter here in Delhi this year and I think such a winter has come in quite a long time. Trees disappear into the fog Those lights look like they are beckoning me ...Asking me to tread the unknown path? A path where the mist hangs close to you and the branches touch you I see the smoke rising... Is it from the huge pan of lovely ginger tea? Is it from the beedi that the rickshaw-walla has just lighted? Is it the voice within burning away in mediocrity? Is it just the mist trying on a new form? Ah...nice ginger tea in a glass, yummy mathris And another theory to be articulated and shared Will the modern man ever be truly liberated? Will Bach be appreciated? Do the Santros always become accomplices in crime? Winter evenings, the lovely fragrance of those unnamed flowers Tea and warm woolen hands Comfortable black socks and colorful traditional sha...