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Smelling Oranges on Winter Afternoons- Payal Mukherjee

Childhood lazy winter afternoons, school on break, lolling on baked terraces, orange peels drying in the afternoon sun, the smell of orange zest hanging in the air like the warm fuzzy sunshine. Isnt there something about orangey smells which brings back the child in each of us?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

A moment turned eternity

I heard a voice sing behind me and turned around

I looked into your eyes and in a fraction of a moment

A song became mine forever.

I wished that moment would not end. and it did not for fifteen years.

Now I try to salvage a bit of that infinity in my limited world.

1 comments:

Diwakar Sinha said...

okkk...looked like a love..
quite interesting and beautifully put