a time when they yelled your name , and the very next moment you rushed down the stairs in haste with your slippers in hand, hurriedly not to miss a single word in that wanted hour of chin wagging and gossips .
An hour for the updates of the day. An hour of peeping out of your balcony into the neighbours house to see the baby crying and squalling over the disobeying fan. the moment for aunties to share the reciepies of wat they relished for dinner as they shouted across the building , not just to the one they talking to , but every one who was intrested in ,what was so indistinctly diffrent from yesterday.
A time when u saw uncles smoking a cig starkly staring at the moon.and little girl with a text book in her hand waiting anxiously for her lamp to switch on for she could prepare for the unit test the next day.
And while talking rounds amist the buildings, you walked gingerly , inorder not to step on some goose!!you waited and walked slowly trying to track the group of buirdly voices discusing football , till u agnize u needed to turn and walk in the opposite direction to encounter.
these girls they knew your names and u knew theirs aswell.but amidst this childlike darkness when no one would have even figured out .. if u did , u still dint dare to give slightest of glare , and one of u just changed the topic to eschew.
that time cudnt be simply recaptured , when you banged the door on the ground floor and ran and u cudnt be caught , as u ran into the vaccume of the colour black.
and u kept dribbling your basket ball as u walked around in a group. parents dint stop u to go out(look at the watch now its 10:30p.m same time)as they felt secure about just one society gate was open and that u remained in its premises, or perhaps they had kept listnening to the tap of ur basket ball all along to keep ur track ;in pitched silence as though the idiot box took its nap.
while grandmothers gave fulminating looks watched from thier window rooms , the girls that late on the roads , and little boys on thier bicyles screaming out thier throats.
A time when u saw uncles smoking a cig starkly staring at the moon.and little girl with a text book in her hand waiting anxiously for her lamp to switch on for she could prepare for the unit test the next day.
And while talking rounds amist the buildings, you walked gingerly , inorder not to step on some goose!!you waited and walked slowly trying to track the group of buirdly voices discusing football , till u agnize u needed to turn and walk in the opposite direction to encounter.
these girls they knew your names and u knew theirs aswell.but amidst this childlike darkness when no one would have even figured out .. if u did , u still dint dare to give slightest of glare , and one of u just changed the topic to eschew.
that time cudnt be simply recaptured , when you banged the door on the ground floor and ran and u cudnt be caught , as u ran into the vaccume of the colour black.
and u kept dribbling your basket ball as u walked around in a group. parents dint stop u to go out(look at the watch now its 10:30p.m same time)as they felt secure about just one society gate was open and that u remained in its premises, or perhaps they had kept listnening to the tap of ur basket ball all along to keep ur track ;in pitched silence as though the idiot box took its nap.
while grandmothers gave fulminating looks watched from thier window rooms , the girls that late on the roads , and little boys on thier bicyles screaming out thier throats.
a momemt so dark that all u saw was the vague perception of the other form , so dark that u walked so slow .dark that all u heard was the mingled voxes and mixed thoghts.the time that the ethereal absence gave you to catch up with the ephemeral incidences of each other.
a time to fritter away the time.
yes the time so thought of , so cherished . just beaten away by the devils of sixth heaven.this light has taken away the moments of fluster , filled life with colours, this phrase often used for the feeling of rejoice , haunts me as i miss the darkness , i cover my head wid a blanket to run away from the dappled world which has taken away the hustle bustle in blindfold, the feeling of a vagrant , the feeling of imagination of the perception of the form. i miss that "not so bright world" .a reason to come closer see each other every day.....a reason for another evening after dinner ..to say...!!!
"a time in limbo"