Saturday, September 25, 2010


Two people sat side by side.

One boy who wrote music and a girl who had forgotten to dance.

They saw sunlight through the gaps in the wall,

And rains through taxi windows.

The clock struck another year,

Another Rhododendron opened its eyes to the world,

And another cup of coffee blew out smoke-

Into the blue sky above.

Another year and another story told-

In black and white and in technicolour,

In taxi rides and muddy shoes.

It was another year when the Rhododendron bloomed.


Neel said...

well, there is just one thing i can say after reading this post. Just this that I am missing you a lot. Nothing else matters. Truly. Deeply. Just memories and there will be much more. I promise.

karthik purushothaman said...

an uneventful life is the key to things to come, right?

I heard "Hero" by Regina Spektor play when I read this. And then the world suddenly began to mean nothing.

But did it ever?

Anonymous said...

nice :)

Aruni RC said...

a sense of melancholia accompanied this. intended?

little boxes said...

@aruni: yes,Rhododendrons only bloom for a day.


how do i follow your blog bedatri ??

devika here (dramsoc junior ,and im sure you dont remember)

and i love your blog !!

reema said...

loving the poetry of details, rhododendrons are oddly romantic.

Magically Bored said...

Love this. Splendidly written.

Casuarina said...

Tear in eye and smile on face :-)

Tiny said...

It's been a while now since I've been silently reading your blog. You write simply but very effectively. I'm a fan :)