Friday, 6 June 2008

Hello!

Welcome, season of horny bullfrogs, gumboots and folded-up jeans. Of drip-drip and wet socks, of squelch-squelch and chai. Of pakodas and closely-huddled-for-warmth-lovers, of Marine Drive walks and wind-blown umbrellas. Of filmy dance sequences and sodden-drenched children, of tandoori chicken and screaming mothers.

Of steaming soup-bowls and makeshift rafts, of flying ants that love the lights. Of switched-off ACs and curled-up book lovers, of damp walls and never-drying clothes. Of talks of new paint jobs, of children's faces turned upwards as one; welcome, O Season of Seasons.

5 member protest rally:

Priyanka said...

nice, and so very true. the clothes are all around the place.

Jhayu said...

You're telling me? The clothes line behind the house isn't being used anymore.. We have to walk through the gallery like it's an art exhibition, bending over double and all that...

Peru said...

Isn't it maddeningly lovable, the Season of seasons? The puddles, strangers getting drenched with you, smiling at you.. and hot coffee at Churchgate instead of the cold coffee.. and everything else!
I *heart* rains!

Jhayu said...

You can say that again...

bhagya said...

it's the most beautiful season ever!

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