Kerala, Goa, Capri,
My favourite hotspots.
It is my dream
to live in a house
near the beach, white picket fence et al
with squirrels scurrying in and out.
( Squirrels on a beach, do they really exist?
Who cares, they do in my dream!)
Reading my favourite book
- Gone with the wind
Sipping coffee, Starbucks preferably
perched on a hammock
under a huge shady tree.
( Shady tree on a beach!!)
Or maybe solving word puzzles
Scrabble, Hangman and Codeword
on the perch of my bookshop
- The Children's Bookshop.
And guess what,
it begins to rain.
Bringing with it the smell of wet mud,
the cool showery watery breeze,
the sound of dripping raindrops,
the fresh clean-looking leaves,
the promise of samosas and pakoras, bhuttas and garma-garam idlis.
Drizzling, drenching, pouring
Sometimes it may rain enough
to create a waterfall in the hills afar.
Paintbrush in hand,
I will try and capture it all,
Rains, waterfall, squirrels, books, hammock and children so small.
Or sometimes, the Sun may come out
colouring the sky in hues pink and blue.
Bringing with it a rainbow,
vibrant, subtle and new.
That's the vision of my idyllic dream
Coffee and colours, children and books, peace and bliss.
A song in the background
'These are a few of my favourite things'.