Skip to main content

A New Day has come

The wintry morning smelled of new blossoms. The air grew moist but touched the skin gently. The blue radiant sky with thousands of birds all over went on to make a picture so perfect that one could paint a memory worth millions of years. Such was that day when that very moment left  us with new whiff of air. A new thought, a new idea, a new leaf , a new cream that surrounds the milk, and all things were new. The sunlight beamed and gleamed and the shadow of divine light entered the drawing room filtering the shades that were drawn. The light was new. I heard that rains were lashing the city of Chennai and  I could hear the sounds of water lapping in Mumbai. The sound of rain was new. The birds in front of my balcony huddled and rested in the thick nest that they made yesterday. They were all of four and together their happiness saw no bounds. The nest was new. The sprawling green lawns enveloped the vibrant flowers. The hues of green were new.  I took in the freshness of air that filled my senses and went in to develop a march of energy. The energy was new. The pavements were grey but the greenery never stopped to bring a new life. The life was new. The milk was boiled and I made a quick cup of coffee. The scent of coffee wafted in the air and entered the nostrils. The coffee scent was new. He came and today our togetherness spoke many volumes. The affection was new. Suddenly I was new. I breathed newness and the lips touched the corner of my eyes. My smile was new.  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Unspoken words with Intense gaze.................

Vindhya was sipping hot cup of coffee on her desk. She was reading a quarterly report of her company. As she finished, she glanced at the debt market desk opposite to her. She cannot see him. She was yearning and longing for his eyes, innocuous smile and seductive charm. She was searching for those eyes since one week. It had been a long wait though. Vindhya was an introvert, shy, pretty young lady. She dressed up in a traditional style with Kurti and salwar with nicely braided long hair. She had a finance masters in hand and was working as an Analyst in a financial services firm. Her co workers liked her not only because of the way she looked but also the way she spoke, behaved and her whole nature. She was a quick learner and efficient at work. Ameesh was a Debt market dealer in the same company. He was a reserved person and never mixed with people around. He had a fixed set of 3-4 friends whom he used to hang out with. It had been six mont...
12 comments
Read more

A Nosalgic drive to my Chawl

“Amma, it feels like you have put on the AC. Air has grown cold”, said my 7-year-old lifting up her beady eyes from her maths homework. A cheery hurray followed. I shook the clothes firmly and filed them neatly on the cloth stand. Yes, indeed. There was a light nip in the air. Not due to AC. And, certainly no change in the temperature. It was still a blazing 38 degrees outside. I smiled and was whisked off to my childhood days. To my nondescript haven that would have looked more picturesque in a child’s sketchbook than in reality. A chawl which housed 14 flats adjacent to each other, spaced out at an arm’s length. A place where people were knitted closely together regardless of what social standing they were in. A place where we children had not one but many houses at our perusal to watch television, eat lunch, sleep under the warm covers and take refuge from the angry monsoon spells. A place where aimless wanderings were honoured but not bothered by ruthless meanderings of the rou...
Post a Comment
Read more

AN EROTIC LOVE STORY

How can I live without you? I have my soul stirring for you. My breathe trusts you. The every sip of you I take, I gain my years. One fine day, the heat waves hit me. When the body sweat gave me shiver down my spine and tinkled me, I could just remember you. I smiled, enjoyed and felt you. When there is heavy pours and when I drench in it, you come in my mind. It is like you are there everywhere. I can feel it.   When I feel like biting you, you almost melt on me and I end up drinking you. When I paint some picture, you come to my mind. Suddenly, my hands urge to dip in you, touch you and brush you everywhere. Tsunami brings back to the memories of your anger. When you are in that state, you drink me. That sinking feeling is special. When I am on a shower, you come and hug me tightly. My heart races up. I get the feeling that you have almost reached me. I could see that as you touch me, you take the roads untraveled and reach almost everywhere. I ...
12 comments
Read more