Lullaby

Summer time. It is afternoon and hot outside. Inside the house, it is calm and quiet. Half-lying on the bed you are reading a book. The book in high probability is something you are not very much interested in. May be some exam is lurking round the corner so you have to read it but it is not tomorrow so not reading will also not make much of a difference. Propped up on the pillow you see the ceiling fan – an old one, itself tired from the tough job in the hot weather but still, lazily carrying on. It is making a creaky noise while going around, as if to sound its displeasure. But nevertheless it is responsible for the difference from the harsh and sunny outer world you can see through the gap between the drawn curtains. It seems like a gentle breeze caressing you. The fast fading black characters on the book cover up the light as the creaking sound from the fan acts as the ideal lullaby for a perfect afternoon nap.

Dusk or Dawn??

Time: 4 A.M

Place: On my bed leaning besides the window.

It is raining heavily outside, with intermittent drops coming through the window gently falling on my face. Apart from the voice of the leaves enjoying the rain on them, there is complete silence. The effect of the hour, soothing rain and the silence is unimaginable. It’s a kind of trance where I am not sleepy, yet eyes are half closed. The titillating breeze keeps me up while the lullaby of rain tries to pulls me down. The laptop tires me down, while the cheeslings keep me awake. And then I hear the local train blowing in the far, the plane go up above me and the bells ringing in the temple below. Elsewhere, it is time for people to wake up and here on the window side, amidst the rain, it’s time to lay down. The lights go dim here while far away the orange color starts to appear.

Good Night..or should I say Good Morning!!