uplift your face to the sky. the wind shaving the clouds off the sky. makes sense? the mist lying cosily on the bed of Kodai Lake. perhaps too idle to wave to you. see the morning walkers speeding off. see the old man with a chain of beads. religious? does ‘he’ drift through the fog…something falls with a clatter, the mind is cut short of the raging ideas. religion in barbed wires? mind starts to work tick-tock. slight drizzle. smell the ideas flaring within. sunita calls. where are you? i stand for a minute. a sudden break from the miscellany of things. my feet gather speed towards furz bank. the beggar on the sidewalk eyes me with hope in vain. the weather looks gloomy again. the sun has buried his face in the headlines of morning news. i walk faster thinking of the ‘sunshine’ at home.
