I slept early tonight to witness the behavior of early morning cold in mount abu, its 6:00 in the clock and the “kuber” of flora always found painted in natural green color of trees all around was appearing white this morning. After the warm night of 6 short hours under the thick soft blanket, I want to sleep more, standing on the terrace with shoulders down as the leather jacket is too heavy and yet not strong to escape the morning cold of Abu.
There is a smile on my face don’t know why but m in love the weather, as if I have lost maself in the shadow of Arbudnachal, m rubbing m hands equivalent to velocity of Sachin’s straight drive, I can see the white cold air m breathing in. Should I sleep as the velvet of the blanket was so sweet to forget or stay here for next one hour living the Abu deep through ma soul.
I couldn't drain the water I forget in a dish plate last night as it has now converted into tough white ice, I can see the children jumping and enjoying the ice candy made naturally by the nature of Abu. Ma phone rings at 0700 hours, she was a friend asking for an Abu drive, I rushed for hand gloves and get into the sports shoes, I couldn’t make out who painted ma deep violet car in cotton white and wipers denied to clear the wind shield, she is sitting next but not interested in me and m not in her, coz its nature flirting with us and we are loving it.
Leaf are lazy to move, trees are still sleeping and the birds sound what else u think, there is a U turn ahead where Sun can found and orange ball that I use to escape yesterday today its finding fun playing hide and seek with me.
Its morning 6:00 in Aravalli ranges and m falling in love with Abu.
