Flute, flowers and a rainbow
What a weather !
Even Gurgaon looks beautiful when it rains .
I want to sit on the Marine drive parapet for hours with a paper roll of hot peanuts.
I want a female dressed in a starched cotton saree to walk next to me and discuss why the 'Chamber welcomes Thiyagaraja' in 'How to name it ' is the best musical piece ever composed .
I want to go on a long drive listening to 'Margazhi poove'.
I want to chant 'Dugyeshva nudvignamanaha...' with the voice of Yesudas in the sands of Elliots beach watching a sedate yellow full moon .
I want to see children throw away their Xboxes and get back to playing with paper boats .
I want amma's Elakkai tea.
Atleast a butterfly on my shoulder.
When did i last see a butterfly?
Even Gurgaon looks beautiful when it rains .
I want to sit on the Marine drive parapet for hours with a paper roll of hot peanuts.
I want a female dressed in a starched cotton saree to walk next to me and discuss why the 'Chamber welcomes Thiyagaraja' in 'How to name it ' is the best musical piece ever composed .
I want to go on a long drive listening to 'Margazhi poove'.
I want to chant 'Dugyeshva nudvignamanaha...' with the voice of Yesudas in the sands of Elliots beach watching a sedate yellow full moon .
I want to see children throw away their Xboxes and get back to playing with paper boats .
I want amma's Elakkai tea.
Atleast a butterfly on my shoulder.
When did i last see a butterfly?
2 Comments:
A recent line that I read and loved - "Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: You find the present tense and the past perfect"
By
Jupe, at 5:04 AM
Frost :
In three words i can sum up my experiences in life...
IT GOES ON
How true?
By
Quill, at 12:56 AM
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