The heat is on..

the warm-up has begun, for another long summer. the inevitable. the signs are everywhere. the bouganvaila on my terrace is screaming pink, offsetting the dull yellow of the wall behind, n somehow i think of rajasthan, how it would've looked, like brilliant gemstones scattered over grains of golden sand..what violence, makes your pores gape in goosebumps..yesterday evening, on my way home, a voluminous shaft of golden light was leafing through trees and they shook in spendour..n then, suddenly a wave of that green, full smell of mango flowers..i just stood there, all summer memories flashing in my mind,as if they were just under my skin, i had to close my eyes. and in the night i slept to the wet mild perfume of 'raatrani', the queen of nights, so incompatible with the summer stillness, so doubly beautiful..and then, dreamt of red earth and bottle green alcoves, ancient monsoons hidden in tender green blades... summer is in its presentiment..