the other day i was curled up on my balcony railing, the sound of valedictory dhaak beats resounding through the air, and i was battling an incurable case of bisharjan blues. this inexplicable(hardly) malady afflicts me without fail on an annual basis. and since i spent most of my pujas pent up at home, things seemed doubly worse. sobsob. i am always comforted, however, by the intoxicating fragrance of the wild chhateem flowers that toss their perfume so indiscriminately into the incense filled air.
the funny thing is that i actually saw Kash phool for the first time on the drive from Mumbai to Pune, and they were the featheriest things i've ever laid my eyes upon...erm, barring feathers. sorry for my newly developed sad sens'o'humour. i am in pune now, and if i could eat the weather i gladly would, it is so delightfully delicious. sigh. the sky is many hued, complex, clear, bright, mysterious, alluring and evasive.
life can be really delectable and deplorable...like the whimsical, half made up mind of a child feeling suddenly capricious and difficult.
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