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.
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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