The coffee table discussions this autumn in the capital have been pivoting around the torrential rains leading to the Yamuna encroaching into Delhi's 'shores', the shameful state of the Commonwealth Games preparations and the impending verdict on the Ayodhya issue and the associated uncertainties. Inspired by the unprecedented benevolence of the monsoons and engulfed in the contemporary socio-political uncertainties, my mind has been seeking solace in the poetic lanes. A few excerpts from my Autumn diary ... (imported from my Facebook Posts)
September 19 at 11:51pm
Daylong rains render a picturesque autumn evening;
Delhi wears a Parisian look, while a breezy night starts descending.
September 20 at 8:04pm
Climate change activists forgive me,
I say the change is for the better;
The weather had never been so pleasing,
In deserts floods don't matter.
