A day.

This morning when I opened the door to get the newspaper,
Winter barged right in and gave me a tight tight hug.




Later...

On my way back from the Ticket booking office,
on a cycle rickshaw moving along slowly.
The empty road reminded me of
sleepy summer days of my childhood
in Kamptee.

Then
suddenly,
the rickshaw-walah swerved to the left
we entered a hot lane bustling with activity
nervous frenzy
freaking vendors
maniacal road crossers
frenzied cattle
etc,
and

all the forty different sub-tastes of the bite of guava in my mouth
were drowned in the two hundred and three people/traffic noises.





Last night...
while scanning funny textbook drawings of fruits and vegetables for my film, I came across some rather interesting drawings.
Take a dekko.