it's been many years since I lived in Delhi -- I now inhabit a colder part of the world, which has been beset by months of winter rains -- I got drenched three times last week, through my raincoat, came home cold and damp. but you're right about the flow of writing, and I can't help but think of silvery skies and my silvery laptop, my fingers combing the keys like a forest, looking for something whole. drizzle or downpour, desert or plateau, I long for other weather and try to enjoy my own.
it's been many years since I lived in Delhi -- I now inhabit a colder part of the world, which has been beset by months of winter rains -- I got drenched three times last week, through my raincoat, came home cold and damp. but you're right about the flow of writing, and I can't help but think of silvery skies and my silvery laptop, my fingers combing the keys like a forest, looking for something whole. drizzle or downpour, desert or plateau, I long for other weather and try to enjoy my own.