In Conversation

The blue wind today morning was a surprise. It is still March. I tried scaring the pigeons when I could and read a few pages of beautiful lines. After Friday's pause, the headwind was back, perhaps even stronger. It kicked up dust without help from passing trucks, cigarette butts and dry leaves twirled randomly and bushes of yellow bougainvillea sprang up. Holi colour remained on the roads.

Spent the day with my nose deep into the screen without time for anything else. It was Monday after all.