21.. 20... 19... 1. Anybody would find a dainty looking girl in the middle of a park under a tree counting from 21 and end at 1 only to start again at 21 atleast a bit surreal. But the kid sitting besides me was not. He knew it. "You are stupid! You have to count to 30. You cannot just start from 21." I tried to humor him,"And why is it?" "Haven't you ever been to school?", he retorted, "Is 21 your favourite because mine is 1." "No I was dwelling in possibility", how could a kindergartner understand what I was saying. I wanted to not disappoint the child but nothing else was on or in my mind. He squelched. I hurried to try to explain what I meant,"I let them go to see what stayed. And I continue to wait." "Like birds?", he was quick. The simile applied. But no it was not. The birds are freed with no expectation. I have all my expectations rolled up in the tight grip of my fist with the only hope...
Banters of an enamoured soul, in all shades of grey. Life. Poetry. Some Proses. Light and Dark.