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The Words Were Lovely...

As I grow older, I can see my shadows from autumn grow longer. 

The dull dry leaves of my loved ones continue to fall to ground relentlessly, eventually they become one with the roads that carried their souls on this journey for so long. 

The trees are barren for longer. Shorn of leaves, I can see them more clearly now, all their parched boughs and branches, crisscrossing all over, reaching out to the Sun, as if in a prayer for easy exits, or maybe a wail of despair for winds of change.


I like autumn. It is less busy than spring, and a lot less noisy than Monsoons. There is only the rustling of the dried leaves and the dull, muted protests of the green ones that fell off anyway. 

I like autumn for I can see the forest through and through. I can see through the pine and the deodar and the neem. The big trees no longer block my view of what lies behind them. For as long as I can see, it is just the same thickets, and thorns and leaves and empty stares.


It’s the canopy that was leading me astray. Eventually, there is very little that is mysterious about our lives.

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