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the horizon is grey, coloured with memories of blue. a grey fog, hangs soft over the distinct tree tops. the grey-green of the distant, rear trees gradually gives way to the dark green of the front row. the yellow distempered drain wall, separating the trees on the bank from the road to my side peels off in the grey-white of the layer exposed.
a red wall divides the road into two, upper and lower halves. a red Maruti 800 with a missing fender speeds off noisily from the view. and ambling away are a creaking, solitary rickshaw and a pedestrian few. the lower road leads to the always open colony gate, the gate opening up to the homes on either side, their doors closed, sleeping in the shade of the colony trees. the trees are open though, to the squirrels, to the pigeons in flight, to the crows and a solitary parrot or two.
from the third floor balcony where i stand, my eyes sweep gradually, gathering it all, like fallen leaves in the season of fall. as the sun climbs on his invisible ladder, brushing things within reach with his touch of gold, their colours stand guard, resisting this invasion, but eventually merging and fusing into, the green and the red and the grey and the gold.
its a saturday morning and i’m waiting for the day to unfold. you’ll be here in an hour or so. and there’s much to look forward to this day… to this life, with you, by my side.

Just Love How We Fit Together! by Phillip Jaeger
Image: © Philip Jaeger/CORBIS; Photographer: Philip Jaeger; Creator Name: Philip Jaeger; Date Created: 2002

http://delhidreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/orange-and-off-white.html

and this sunday when he met her, he wore a full moustache for the first time in his life, and because it was not properly defined, she didn’t notice it for several hours, and finally in the rickshaw ride back home, when he asked her how he was looking, they both laughed at the awkwardness of the moment. and today when she greeted him a happy anniversary, when he had completely forgotten about it, they again laughed at the moment, how everything has shaped into what it is now, although two years have passed when the orange shirt boy first met the off-white suit girl, everything is still as beautiful as it was.

and with many more things to do and explore, to find the infinite possibilities within each other, to share and experience, to gradually build a life, together… everything is even more beautiful than it was.

as the day draws to a close, again, that orange shirt boy will say to the off-white suit girl, that he loves her, in a way never properly expressed by words, and that nothing ever will matter more in life, than this love they have for each other.

wo hansi, to uske saath, kamre ki har ek cheej, farsh, deewarein, khidkiyaan, darwaje…chalta hua cooler, jalti huyi light, kamre se bahar ki balcony, balcony mein se dikhte ped, pedon ki jadein, jadon se lipti jameen aur jameen ke agosh ko bechain aasmaan…aasmaan mein bikhre badal aur badlon ke peeche se jhankta sooraj, sooraj ki chautarfa faili roshni aur roshni ki beti chaaya, sab hans pade…muskura pade mere sath.
is bade se shehar ke kisi chhote se ghar mein baithi ek ladki ki hansi ne poori kaynaat ko roshan kar diya hai, zindagi mein rang bhar diya hai meri.
kaise na karoon pyaar, uski is hansi se main…