Friday, May 23, 2008

The new crossroads...

The woman loved everything about rains, the smell, the wind, the squeaky-clean greenery, washed roads and getting soaked. She sat cross-legged on the floor of the balcony. Elvis sang “suspicious minds” in the background while the fresh lavender flowers pleased the senses. The rain poured down the skies and drenched the solemn soul to the bone. The trains came and went, their gong boomeranging through the plain. The sound stayed for a while in the heavy air before dying out. That enveloping sound had begun to become a part of her routine. She used to talk about cross roads and now she lives at one. One of the busiest in the country.
She sat musing at where the twists and turns of her life had brought her. A new beginning or a new end? A new shore or a new edge?

5 comments:

Supriya. said...

gud going...hope to read abt LC the wonder place..

Ajit Anekar said...

very nice :)

Anonymous said...

very nice :-)

Ajit Anekar said...

first tell me which is this busiest crossroad of the counrty and then i'll give a detailed comment...

Whistler said...

Busy crossroads are also noisy....hope you can still hear your words