Drama in the sky

The sun┬ámelts, a burning furnace once, and bequeaths its glory, in a million moody colours, to the vast forgiving sky that filters it’s scathing anger hurled at the lesser mortals below.┬áThe moon quietly enters the scene, coy, cool and very welcome. Slowly, the mood changes. It soothes the scorched sky, kissing it with haloed clouds,…

The Peepal connection

The glistening, fidgety shadows danced on the bedroom floor, filtering through the iron grilled windows. The Peepal tree would greet me every morning the same way. I would spend days and nights peering through these windows, staring at the tree. Its feathered inhabitants would noisily chirp, skip and hop on branches. The visiting squirrel would muster courage, sneak…