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grass today

The grass today is very green. And no wonder after the severe thunderstorms of last evening. Lights out, lightning strikes, trees broken,destruction everywhere.

But out there, in Bombay it is hot so is Delhi. I think of my apartment, empty, closed up. Waiting, for me to return, for rains to come. Planes landing at the airport every minute. I can see the logo from my large window while still lying in my bed. The bed is now empty. The room is locked. In my cupboard my clothes are also waiting. By the time I will return they will be out of style, moldy, useless. Yet I will keep them. Declutter! the mantra these days. But one can not throw out the six yards of material that makes a sari. It is just not fabric, it is much,much more. it is being a woman.