(This is a humble attempt to mimic my childhood hero's writing style. Guess who?) I can smell the earth. The breeze is gentle and soothing this afternoon. The wind chimes from Bindra’s fuels the composing environment. The tropical quartet of the warbler, the ashy prinia, a koel & magpies out on the neem tree are all clamour today. Many years ago, Kausalya, our former maid, had planted it as a house-warming gift. It still remains the best gift we have ever received. In stark contrast to this is the environment this side of my French window. The rain clouds have dimmed the lights in the room. My book shelf, which usually holds my eyes up, fails to cheer me up. The books look like they need rest from resting. Back outdoors, the weight of grey sky seems too heavy on earth. My sleepy street, in my not so sleepy town, is quieter than usual. Rarely a vehicle goes by to evidence any human presence. The birds, wind chimes, the breeze and the neem tree render the atmo...
Prashant's Solace
I sincerely try to follow and ponder over all that stimulates me... beauty, innocence, violence, emotion, action, reaction and so on. Find my take on all of these and much more on this blog.