Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Remembering the pastures

As hiatuses go, it was a longish one. It has been a little less than a fortnight and I have not jotted anything. If I were to give one alibi for my dormancy – I would say: Plain Procrastination.

There were no glad tidings in the days bygone. Someone whispered to me that it is snowing back home in Kashmir. Ah, how I love the divine confetti. I wish to run in the snow meadows, stretch my arms wide, look at God, close my eyes and let the flakes kiss me.

I miss the pastures. The snow hanging onto the pines.
Cummings waxes eloquent: The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches. I agree.

Regular posts to follow.