For days it has been threatening to rain.
Outside the humidity was almost unbearable..
our cabins were getting stuffy and dingy..
Bored brooding over Finance & economics
And endlessly surfing data “abases’.
Raju and myself decided to migrate to the board room,
we were desperately trying to wage an increasingly losing battle with
the typical post lunch slumber,
yawning away at each other ,
desperately trying to regain focus playing word games,
trying to make out symbolic shapes in the moisture laden walls….
I was lazily thinking about the good old days of yesteryears…
I went upto the white board,
Pulled out the marker from the clutches of the eraser,
and started scribbling……
We all yearn for………..
The bubbles of childhood,
The rainbow of dreams,
The colours of the setting sun,
The twinkle in the lover’s eyes,
The fragrance of virgin earth in the fresh rain,
The music of a child’s first words,
The lightness of floating clouds,
The feel of the mountain breeze,
The touch of tender grass on naked feet,
The sweetness of deep well water,
The transparency of the wild brook,
The innocence of a country lass,
The haunt of silent shades,
The serenity of morning dew,
The unfathomed depths of the blue sky,
The silence of moonlit nights,
.The pitter patter of rain on palm leaf thatched roofs,
The fresh aroma of tea from the roadside teastall while waiting for
the early morning bus,
……………………………………
…….!!!!!!!!