rain
i wake this morning. its gloomy and raining.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
the buzz of an impossible moment.

then i see this kid on the fourth floor holding a green baloon. she's barely four.
her face is writ with engrossment. her eyes are rivetted to the place where the rain gets softly swallowed by the swimming pool.

i miss bangalore. four seasons in one day.
tea,munchies and warm conversations
smart warm sweat shirts. nights spent under blankets. cozy and womb like.
blissful REM and happy morning after glows.