City. Love. 2
By mid-afternoon,I could see the clouds. I thought it would shower, patterning the concrete with splotches drawing out the heat. But it
didn't. Those are the moments I wish I had more words to tell you about the light around me.
The sun's ardor cooled by the gray around, yet the mood is far from gloomy. It is a light calling for jaidev songs on radio, and tulsi chai. It is a light for lounging on the bed with your feet sinking into the folds of the rajai. It is a light to watch lemongrass shards giggle at the lazy breeze. Wispy cotton curtains make love to this light. It is not about giggles but smiles. Dabbing rosewater on pulse points. The half-finished cup of chocolate mousse from last night's outing. The dance of clothes strung on a plastic rope.
didn't. Those are the moments I wish I had more words to tell you about the light around me.
The sun's ardor cooled by the gray around, yet the mood is far from gloomy. It is a light calling for jaidev songs on radio, and tulsi chai. It is a light for lounging on the bed with your feet sinking into the folds of the rajai. It is a light to watch lemongrass shards giggle at the lazy breeze. Wispy cotton curtains make love to this light. It is not about giggles but smiles. Dabbing rosewater on pulse points. The half-finished cup of chocolate mousse from last night's outing. The dance of clothes strung on a plastic rope.