the wayfaring season

a long monsoon






our days are wet with rain
sometimes, it comes loud and laughing,
and other times it gently drizzles
over the wind’s nostalgic whistling.
sigh! this season feels endlessly long

we have been unwell
tangled in the deepening gloom of sickness
seeing my baby suffer while being feeble myself
has been very painful to endure.
warming soups, scent of eucalyptus wafting around the house
and frequent caring hugs kept us moored and mending.
slowly the fog seems to be lifting,
letting the sun sing its warmth into our hearts again.

last evening, layered in socks and cardigans
we went for a little stroll in the garden downstairs 
the air felt pristine on our faces
we deeply inhaled and gathered fallen branches.
back home, we arranged them in jars
hung them by the window, on curtains and a mirror frame
creating a merry woodland for saanjh.
now everytime i look around
it makes me smile.

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -