Story of a lost journalist

December 20, 2011

From the windows of a train

Filed under: Diary — Cris @ 23:59

05:50 – Wish the sky stayed the same dark shade of blue all day… when trees are black and jasmines gray. No green, no red. Only the colors of peaceful slumber

06:20 – Like everything else in the world, the sky’s turned a different shade in a few minutes. Much lighter. New colors are born everywhere. Man dares to catch the first drop of sunlight in his eyes. And as I look on, I fall in love with the lightness of the sky I vowed to hate before.

07:00 – You can’t take your eyes off for a moment, the blue has grown into a shy little shade, blooming bright in its youthful splendor. Black birds loom up the sky like bees to honey. They must wonder when they’d ever touch her.

07:20 – In bits and pieces, white clouds spread their wings across, like the first drops of corruption marring her youthful innocence. I gaze down to see some of that white, like tiny snow flakes, on little buds scattered outside every house in the village you pass by. It’s the same white flower I saw everyday as a child and never bothered to smell, all that smell now rushed their way through the past to come rest on my nostrils. It is the smell of childhood… a smell I’d rather leave behind for time to kill.

08:00 – The clarity of it all scares me. If only, I could let such clarity enter my mind and chuck out everything that blurred it. But now the tiny ponds and streams carry fading reflections of the dark tree tops. I wish the darkness stayed longer. Maybe, clarity was just not my thing.

09:00 – I let my head droop down a tad too long to realize the first tan of the day is now waiting at my window sills ready to come in and soak me in its bloody heat. The day as I knew it has begun. The scorching sun and the merciless burns it carelessly dropped everywhere… Squinting a bit and letting my palms fight the rays awhile, I give up like everyday, letting the day take over. Maybe, just once, I could win the battle and let the night stay over for a day.

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6 Comments »

  1. A Beautiful post..And as I read on again and again,I am falling in love with it.. Yes I am in love..what more can I say..

    Comment by Javed Miandad — December 21, 2011 @ 03:43 | Reply

    • Thank you Javed 🙂

      Comment by Cris — December 21, 2011 @ 13:31 | Reply

  2. Most glorious night!!!! Best wishes

    Comment by Sabu, Canada — December 21, 2011 @ 17:40 | Reply

    • Thank you Sabu. Actually it was a most glorious morning 🙂

      Comment by Cris — December 21, 2011 @ 17:45 | Reply

      • Yes, “take from the night, and add to the days……….”

        Comment by Sabu — December 21, 2011 @ 20:17

  3. lovely lovely beautifgul beautiful 😀

    Comment by gaavan — December 21, 2011 @ 22:31 | Reply


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