Wednesday, September 24, 2008


Awaiting winter with misty scenes of Delhi in the mind


Through my office window fog clouds an office building opposite me as sunlight trickles through it. It reflects from the windows and makes myriad patterns on the wall outside. 

Cold breeze washes over my face and others – faces known and unknown as I walk out.

It’s cold but lovely. In a strange way it makes you warm…thinking about how warm you could be right now with a cup of coffee in your hand, or the hand of a loved one.  


Cold is nice. Cold is good. Better than being warm and left out cold.

It’s the death of a year, a cycle of life. Someone dies, someone unites, someone falls in love, someone breaks up. A cycle of mist that envelopes me like this one or clears up as I move along. The end of festivities and a harbinger of new ones. 

Yes, winter is a sweet season. 

School children wrapped from head to toe, fresh eager rosy faces rushing to make it in time. I was like that once, hating the number of clothes on me especially the stockings on my legs. Winter is about the past. Reminiscing what went by in the year and gloating in it or letting go. 

It’s a magical way of rounding up life by God. The snow, the Christmas hope, the New Year party…. 

So let's stop by the woods on a snowy evening like Robert Frost.....

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.....