Random

Another day starts...nothing like any other day...though apparently,everything remains unchanged....the old July sun's struggle to beat the grey clouds continues...the beady eyed sparrows have paid their morning visit and graced my room,the wizened  coconot tree outside my window, dripping rain, nods .... and as always, I wonder if the nod is one of approval or disgust! The morning ritual of  embracing my feet by the raindrops in the corridor, as I open the door, too is done.But, like the almost invisible mist of the infant winter, a white tranquility hangs in the air... the quiet wind whispers, as if conspiring with it....to storm the fortress of gloom and scatter slivers of light, riding on the wings of butterflies. If it's my imagination, let reality be a part of this vision!

                                                                                                           Chandni