october

it would barely be above 20. the wind made it feel colder. the clouds stopped it from getting warmer. it was half past 1, but the sunday afternoon was blank. the day after diwali, some enthusiasts were still not over with the sulphur

a drop found its way to my notebook. the clouds were getting denser. thanks to the machines of time, or it would be impossible to figure out what time of the day it was, or what time of the year it was.

the patrol car passed by. what were they looking for? this was one of the quietest afternoon i have witnessed so far in this area over the last four months. i was halfway through my first paratha. i hurried, the second one was getting cold. and more droplets were finding their way to my table. the canopy above me wasnt dense enough. oh yes, autumn it was. they got to shed.

i stopped to hear the hum. a high flying plane. the hum was good. i liked it. unlike the deafening low flying planes that we hear once in every five minutes, or less. i wonder why was this plane flying so high, ignoring the IGI airport. whatever, none of my business.

i concentrated back on my business. i was already into the second paratha. it was cold by now., but nevermind, i couldnt have had anything better.

backstreet boys were playing somewhere. may be in one of the cars parked in front of the monestary...."show me the meaning of being lonely", a song from Millennium, which happened to be the first western album i bought. pushed me back into my schoolday memories. "show me the meaning of being lonely"... i wish i could show.

i pushed the last piece of paratha down my gut.
time to leave.
time to be lonely again.