Monday, April 21, 2014


I drove to work today on a road bleached with sunlight. It felt as if the sun felt hot in its hotsuit, got out of it, and threw it over Pune. That's how hot it was.

I stood a few seconds ago by the window on some refuge floor. Grey clouds clumped like little girls flocking to a tea party. Sweet, innocent, rambunctious.

Then it rained.

And some flowers that until now were so bright and pretty are now wet and dancing. Gorgeous cheeriness and cocking a snook at the sun.

April is a moody, mad month.

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