autumn...

Autumn… leaves in the most brilliant colours… trees preparing for the winter… what a sight… even in Bombay… the streets are strewn with old ideas… old feelings… old grievances… preparing for something bigger… shedding all that the year had forced upon… shedding all that they had brought upon themselves… bare… that’s how they wanted to feel… they fell unmercifully… showing the tree for all that it really was… a vessel that held moments and then let them slip away when their work was done…now at the tree's feet lay everything they held dear… everything that helped them sustain themselves… temporary illusions… now crisp with their dryness… crisp with hurt… crumbling at the slightest touch of a foot… Walking down my little lane, I felt the crispness of life… the brevity… the need to say what you have to and then shut up… this urgency to get done with it… this need to rush before its too late… this need to reach out before I too crumble…