Monday, 26 March 2012

Thank God for Little Pleasures - I

Thank God for little pleasures. Little moments that take up a lot of space. A lot of time. Make up a lifetime. This was written on Friday, even though it may be published on a Saturday or a Sunday. Er, Monday?

Wednesday, 21 March 2012


The howling started suddenly. That was the evening of 19th March. The light bulbs zipped and were out. As is the norm. Electricity is the first martyr of any weather change in Kashmir.

As at that time it didn’t seem that serious, I hoped the electricity would be restored by 11am next morning. But morning was a long way off. It was the night that was exciting. And since I spent most of it awake, I can tell you something about it.

The wind hadn’t risen till late in the evening. After that it was all about the wind, and nothing else. In our beds we heard the leaves rustle violently in giant gusts of wind. The branches creak and crack. The unsettled birds chirping in displeasure. The gravel being rubbed against the window panes.

 The bucket being banged against the walls.

Monday, 19 March 2012

From Wintry Dreams

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley.