Its one of those days again when I crave for a strong, steaming cuppa, a good book (maybe even the old dusty collection of poems by Pablo Neruda) and, if I had my way, then the warmth of a company. There's a permanent grey outside, all thanks to the incessant rain. Its dull and gloomy and no song can make it better, especially when every tune reminds me of home and you. Its still and there's not much of a breeze. There's only the sound of the steady drizzle, water dripping of the glazed green of the leaves and the occasional swishing by of bicycle wheels. I seek comfort in a world of words, where there's only the bubble of alphabets, syllables and grammar befuddling me in its serene permanence where everything else is ephemeral.

A world passes me by..a world of memories, of the girl with fringes and a ponytail we would love pulling, of the girl whose long braid was the envy of many, of a girl who was the proud bearer of our school flag, of the boy who grew up and still remembers me and another who grew out and doesn't. There's that girl with a smile crowned by the mole who's been my only true love affair in college, pushing me always to take chances and another with the dark curls holding me up through all those...

Its a long winding path and I always get lost walking back on it. Though its tempting to walk back again and again, there's greater peace in walking ahead where I can see you waiting for me.