I'm not a black and white person. There are greys, shades and a zillion colours in my life. I think grey is an important shade in the spectrum of colours.
And yet, now, I am sick and tired of the grey around me. The sky is grey, the puddles grey, the sea too is a nasty grey. The sun too is grey, defeated for days now, curling up behind the grey. I think my fingernails are turning pale grey too, my mind is already a grey muddle. I don't have a thing against rains- I love a good rain, the smell of rain hitting dry earth, even getting wet, but implicit in this love is the belief that it will stop: sometime. Anytime.
But these days, as Chennai becomes Cherapunji, I have to console myself with remembered visions of a glorious sun setting on an orange ocean, in Florida, in Santa Monica, in India. And the sand pipers pecking for clams on the gorgeous glowing sands. But that is for later.
Now, I JUST WANNA SEE THE SUN !