it’s been raining all day long

i’m surrounded by...
its gentle patter
a steaming cup of green tea
the smell of ginger and honey in the air
softly blowing west wind
and this story

the day is poetry


  1. thank you for sprinkling poetry to my days, niru

    i could linger in that story again and again and again

    i watched an indian film long ago about the life of woman singer - maybe she was playing the sitar also, i am looking for that title and i am being very vague here but maybe you know of it ?

  2. thank you for these sweet words nathalie.
    presently, i'm unable to recall any movie with your description here, but will keep thinking on it. this has intrigued me too :)
    also thank you once again for the lovely mail that greeted me this morning.


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