Hey guys! Yes, I’m still here- I haven’t abandoned my blog if that’s what you were thinking. Then why has it been almost a month since I wrote, you ask? I’d love to say I was chilling off to let my brain relax and reboot so that it could come up with more awesome ideas to write about. That I’d taken a ‘Writing Vacation’, if you will, to help my writing. Truth is, writing wasn’t even on my mind. I last blogged on November 7 (TTW part 11) and let me tell you what happened after that. I’d love to tell the whole story in detail, but then you’ll probably get bored. So here’s a short version- from 8-12 November I was at my naani’s (maternal grandma’s) place because my maama (maternal uncle) was getting married. For non-Indians, Indian weddings aren’t a simple one-day affair- no sir, you aren’t husband and wife until a lot of rituals have been completed. From 12-22 November, I was down with dengue. From 24 Nov- 1 Dec, I had my post-midterm exams. And today you have it- the day I blog on- Sunday.
There you go. Now let’s move on to the stuff you come here for- literary pieces. Here’s one-
God has two eyes, just like us
Which he uses to watch over the world
The only differences are- that they’re enormous
And differently coloured.
One is the sun, the other, the moon
Each keeping watch on its side of the world
As half of it’s dark and half of it’s bright
Moon goes blind in the day, the sun at night.
On winter mornings, when there’s a chill in the air
God takes longer to wake from his deep slumber
And thus opens his eyes late
Comfortable, as he was in his blanket of cosmic fabric.
Against the dreary playground of the sky,
The sun is a smooth orange ball
Neither resting nor moving- just always there
Like some child’s abandoned toy.
A deeper shade of vermillion
Colours the underneath of the sun
As if it had seen its beloved
And was trying not to blush, but did.
The Christmas ornament hangs in the sky
Suspended by invisible threads
Unmoving, even in the strongest winds,
Adorning the bleary, lifeless heavens.
But if you look at it and walk
It seems to follow like a dog
Because remember, it’s still the eye of God
Watching everything you do.
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