In the beginning

So finally I have a blog... I don’t really know why since I don’t really know anyone who would read it. But it is satisfying to see your creation ‘published’. To log in and watch the random thoughts that just some time back were wafting through my mind have now been formally marshalled and aligned under a dictatorial heading waiting to be purveyed by the sundry.

Of course I don’t really know anyone who will read this so my thoughts slouch around like kids on a Sunday afternoon made to march under a grilling sun on some godforsaken Annual Day for the pleasure of their doting parents who sit in the not entirely unpleasant pavilion since several feet of faded cloth come between them and the afore mentioned sun which, so as to not put a point finely, is grilling.

It is raining now. Somewhere out there various species of rain birds are crying their throats sore. Possibly because their house has just been washed away (no one seems to be provide any explanation as to why these particular birds cry during the monsoon since it’s not even their mating season). There is a wonderful feeling of possibility in the air. As if all our sins have been washed away, we have been atoned and now feel free to put forth your foot with the sincere conviction that each step will encounter a blessedly pure world. Even the paan stained porch of the corner tapirs seen cleaner.

Dusk gathers mystery around itself. With a faint smell of magic night begins...