Sun, glorious sun,
magnificent sun, warm sun, bright sun, sun sun sun … we the tropical dwellers
barely realize how wonderful it is to have sun through out the year shining and
blazing down on us, though I must agree that when it reaches really high
degrees I absolutely loath it, but when the clouds cast a never-ending shadow,
when its been real grey for long, all you long for is the warm rays of the sun.
Rain is romantic, rain is beautiful, rain is
mesmerizing, but like forlorn love are we who yearn for the warmth of a lover,
but like an unfed child are we who yearn for the warm milk, but like the tired
traveler are we who yearns for shelter, like this do we yearn for the sun…
And when finally the
golden ball is seen upon the horizon without a drop of vaporized water to daunt
it , when the warm friend is up in the blue sky, shining, aah when the heat
touches our skin, that is when the dampened heart rises, elates and bloats,
puffs up like a hot air balloon and sets sail, soaring with the wind, moving
with the gentle breeze…
Sun is better than the
most delicious meal, better than the costliest car, better than a full bank
account, better even than a sweet boss …
Sun, I finally write this
to celebrate thee … Oh god who rides the seven white horses, keep riding here,
keep riding here …
Parinitha Konanur
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