If I step out on a relaxed evening in spring, I remember to
wear comfy shoes. Because I am soon tempted to walk.

The cool air feels good after a long, hot day. There is a song
playing in my head somewhat obscuring and eventually
replacing thoughts and questions.

Perhaps they were not worth pondering anyway. There is a 
rhythm in my stride, in my breath ( Read more... )

A dawn in spring.
The air is the freshest you can imagine. Cool, slightly wet.
Pleasant and energising. The breeze is cold, yet it raises
scarcely a goosebump. The sky as glimpsed between buildings
is pink.

As the train clatters on its way, the radio plays an apt song. The title
song of Dil Chahta Hai. It matches the mood so well. No, not the buddy
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Seasons change subtly; except the monsoon which announces ( Read more... )

Early morning in spring. The air has a hint of coolness.

A large, cool, high-ceilinged room. Silence - soothing, not scary.

Large open windows i.e. no grills (rarely found in Mumbai)

The view - manicured lawns bordered by flowery hedges. Tall trees.

The smell of wet grass.

Sunshine creeping over the wet lawns, which glisten and dazzle
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The colour of the season is yellow - spring, vasant, youth
and joy. Also the reddish yellowish green of the new leaves
of the mango tree outside my window.

The colour of the city is lurid pink and blood red. Shops,
stores, restaurants, have all overdosed on red - for the
Valentine's day theme. Overkill can take the charm out
of anything; even ( Read more... )