27 December 2007


Tip-tap on the rooftop raised chins listen keenly as they fall, we watch. Crow claws clenching and scratching the old window panes, the same rainy noon. Damp and cold, cosy in a laundry basket, smiles watch with intent your curled slumber, on a tattered sari. Raised ears under paws, tucked for sleep warmth. On the balcony floor, our hair curls in moisture, face up to the rooftop, a gaze, waiting... till she sings - a new raga, the same raga, we join, the same rainy noon.

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