{"id":16,"date":"2012-05-09T02:28:00","date_gmt":"2012-05-09T02:28:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2015-09-15T09:15:16","modified_gmt":"2015-09-15T09:15:16","slug":"winding-up-one-summers-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.amaragarwala.com\/blog\/winding-up-one-summers-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Winding up one summer’s day…"},"content":{"rendered":"


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It’s late afternoon… discernibly hot, lazy and a trifle breezy. Can hear the cacophony of honking vehicles minus the urgency of a normal weekday traffic, could be the unscheduled holiday declared right in the middle of the week… being the birth anniversary of the great legend. Feel a trifle dull, besides its sultry outside and I can see pedestrians, meandering listlessly, perhaps winding homewards.  Some stand huddled around the small ramshackle tea-kiosk just across, a hot cuppa on a hot day perhaps brings fortified relief.  The clock shows its well past four…dusk is more than an hour away, can spy a few birds gliding aimlessly across the rusty-blue skies, a few lines emerge across the realms of my mind:<\/i><\/b><\/span>

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Waiting for Dusk..<\/i><\/b><\/span>

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As dusk drawn neigh,<\/i><\/b><\/span>
I heave a sigh,<\/i><\/b><\/span>
A day in my life is done,<\/i><\/b><\/span>

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When the skies turn dark,<\/i><\/b><\/span>
The stars will mark,<\/i><\/b><\/span>
My prayer’s the God’s did shun,<\/i><\/b><\/span>

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Da<\/i><\/b><\/span>rkness whispers night long,<\/i><\/b>
To shadows in a muted throng,<\/i><\/b><\/span>
Dreams which were lost and won.<\/i><\/b><\/span>

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Dawn will colour another day,<\/i><\/b><\/span>
Much ado to make hay, <\/i><\/b><\/span>
And life will watch the fun.<\/i><\/b><\/span>

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I urge myself to leave office.. perhaps the quietude of home beckons. The noisy street below and the drone of construction work on the adjoining plot suddenly seems unbearable. Shall come back tomorrow, I solace myself, to wage another battle with life. Even though I can boast of no victories today, for it was a grim day of survival – gritty perhaps but then I live to fight another day.  At the end what really counts, for me, for anyone is – Survival.  And that the God’s have kindly bestowed.<\/i><\/b><\/span>

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Dancing<\/i><\/b><\/span>

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