A Plethora Of Thoughts

Sitting on my balcony I see the silent breeze sway; There moves a flight of albatross all along the bay Sipping a cuppa coffee I think of all the good times; Energizing my soul with every tinkle of the chimes My eyes fell on the roadside cobbler sitting in his small hut; Weaving and polishing shoes with all the threads and guts He was an old man in his late seventies with wrinkles on his face; He sat amidst the various shoes, brushes, polishes and lace His eyes were sunken and his body was aged; but his will to work was strong and felt caged His art of shoe making was amazing; as his fervor to make new shoes was blazing He made shoes and sandals of many colours and hues; Ranging from formal black, brown to jazzy greys, red and blues He lived all alone and worked hard all day; Tensions and worries for him were all at bay He sang sweet hymns and prayed to God in praise; Even if he earned a rupee or got a little raise He lived with simplicity and merriment; Even if his earnings were low h...

It was a typical hot and a humid summer in Mumbai. It was mid June n still there were no signs of rain. The excruciating heat had made a lazy Sunday afternoon all the more boring.  The summer season had become unduly long n extremely hot and the scorching sun had made life unbearable. I sat at my window peeping outside pondering when suddenly dark clouds gathered in the sky followed by lightning n thunder. My joy knew no bounds as it was expected that it would rain soon. There was a downpour for a short while but soon after it turned into a steady rainfall. The entire atmosphere changed suddenly. The climate had become so cool n pleasant. Suddenly my friend who stays in the same building gave me a ring. Within a few minutes we decided to go out in the rains and get absolutely drenched! We kept our cell phones at home, put on a wind cheater and set out in the rain!! It was heavily raining and there were very few people on the streets. Puddles of water everywhere and the sweet smel...