The season is changing. And its that time of the year when you want to be home. Snuggle up into a quilt and just treat yourself to some nice hot chocolate...
I miss home
I miss my books
I miss my music
I miss my room
I miss the food
I miss the garden
I miss my scribbles
I miss the woolens,
I miss the smell of the quilt
I miss the morning dew that made the grass slippery
I miss the morning sun that touched my face
I miss my solitary walks
I miss myself.
I usually sleep with my windows open as I love the early morning breeze. However it’s not often that I get to feel it in Mumbai. It’s usually a blazing sun that wakes me up.
Today was different. There was a slight nip in the air and there was no sun…and my favourite ‘smoky sun’ was back. Got up with a smile and suddenly there a gush of cold air that hit my face. This took me down the memory lane. To the streets of my childhood! So I sat there for a while and gave my childhood a thought. Looking outside the window were morning joggers sweating it out in the park below my house. There was an old couple who were in their winter gears and other youngsters were just lapping an extra round because of the energy that the weather got into them. The constant smile on my face did not leave me for a long time. Till I had to give myself a push to start my day’s work. The window today was the past lover who just wanted me to keeping going back to it. I just knew that I should not waste any more time with it, but I could not resist it.
Made myself a huge mug of tea. Took it in my hand and again walked towards the window. My god the window was really tempting. My plants were dancing with joy as I was giving them more attention today than the usual days. Then I noticed a small bud in one of the flower pots. It was the beginning of a new life, it was a beginning a new mood for me. Yes I just realized my mood was changing because the mood outside had changed. I was smiling again. J
