I am slogging over Frost for over an hour now....my eyes glued to the iPad ....the various connotations,the parameters ,metaphors....blah blah blah...
I look out to see its still raining....how I detest these rains now....the only thing that comes to my mind is dirt and squalor ....
But my city loves the rain.....
When suddenly darkness grips the sky and you smell the damp air....
When suddenly it's too humid to even breathe....
When my babies( my students) look out of the window and exclaim BRISHTI!!!!!!
When you see the lady of the house running around to shut those banging doors and windows,or pulling their washed clothes inside....they make a pretty picture though.....loose curls round their faces,Sari Pallus trailing behind them....it's poetic!(Him taught me to look poetically at the most mundane things)
When most of us are hopelessly stuck in the traffic....knowing we can never reach anywhere in time....
When dil Chahta hai to have all the sinful things in life.....khatta...meetha....oil and grease!
When the kitchen starts smelling of khichudi and begun bhaja ....the man of the house runs for the best illish or hilsa.....
When I want to go underneath my sheets and get oblivious to the rains outside....hoping I would love it once again like all the others like my city do.....
Anyway lets go back to Frost....and his iambic parameters.......
Rain or no rain ....life continues.....
All my pages ( to be contd)......m
I look out to see its still raining....how I detest these rains now....the only thing that comes to my mind is dirt and squalor ....
But my city loves the rain.....
When suddenly darkness grips the sky and you smell the damp air....
When suddenly it's too humid to even breathe....
When my babies( my students) look out of the window and exclaim BRISHTI!!!!!!
When you see the lady of the house running around to shut those banging doors and windows,or pulling their washed clothes inside....they make a pretty picture though.....loose curls round their faces,Sari Pallus trailing behind them....it's poetic!(Him taught me to look poetically at the most mundane things)
When most of us are hopelessly stuck in the traffic....knowing we can never reach anywhere in time....
When dil Chahta hai to have all the sinful things in life.....khatta...meetha....oil and grease!
When the kitchen starts smelling of khichudi and begun bhaja ....the man of the house runs for the best illish or hilsa.....
When I want to go underneath my sheets and get oblivious to the rains outside....hoping I would love it once again like all the others like my city do.....
Anyway lets go back to Frost....and his iambic parameters.......
Rain or no rain ....life continues.....
All my pages ( to be contd)......m
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