My friend, the cloud

My friend, the cloud has visited me
I know the cloud the moment I see
It tries to hide in its shapless spree
Knowing it can never hide from me
There is not another prettier cloud
with a shape more endearing than thee
In the infinity of unnamed and forgotten clouds
my friend, the cloud has escaped this night
A different mask can change the form
the outward shapes don't matter to me
My friend, the cloud has visited me
I know the cloud the moment I see

Monsoon memoires

“Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.”

Our recent trip to Udupi brought back to me memories of my years in Mangalore. Mangalore resides in me as a particularly cozy little world with a very humid weather and full of Konkani speaking people. Mangalore knows just two ways of being - either soaking wet or scorching hot. My summers in Mangalore were mainly spent getting badly tanned and drinking limitless "bonda" water .. The rains however are a very different story turning Mangalore into a really wet and an equally dreamy place..

Coastal Karnataka has this unmatched charm about it.. Everything including the aroma in the air changes soon as we cross the ghats entering the lovely coastal regions.. Cold Bangalore weather departs to welcome the ever humid Mangalore air with its constant smell of the sea and jackfruits .. The kannada accent of the coastal reigions sounded really funny when I was new to Mangalore and now my Kannada is a weird mix of Bangalorean and Mangalorean accents which is a standing joke with my friends from both places.. sigh.

Mangalore will always have a special place in my heart.. for reasons more than one. It continues to hold me in its nest of wonder. Maybe forever.

"Don't grow up too quickly, lest you forget how much you love the beach."

Best,
Gargi

Some more of you..

Stay with me one more day
hold me another time
give me another smile
one another look
give me a little more love
a little more of you
give me one more chance
to take in some more of you
give me a little more magic
some more memories
some more laughter
some more of you..

Gargi

Why are you not here?

Why is the water so wet?
coz if it weren't, I'd keep it on my bed.
Why is the grass not blue?
coz if it were, I'd go and paint it green.
Why is the sky not pink?
coz if it were, I'd blame it for not being blue.
Why are you so adorable?
coz if you weren't, I'd just let you be.

Why is the baby so little?
coz if it weren't, I'd lift it fearlessly.
Why is the friend so genuine?
coz if he wasn't, I'd just be a fool.
Why are sisters the best?
coz if they weren't, I'd miss the brother some more.
Why are you not here?
coz if you were, I'd keep you locked in me.

Gargi

Untitled.

She wrote a hundred songs
and woke a hundred mornings
She lived and wept, died a little each date
She waited for the turnaround of fate
She had no reason
nor any rhyme
Yet she danced to the tunes of a long bygone song
She longed for him to come and see
She longed to be set free.

Best,
Gargi