windswept

Children chattering. Pretend play. With plastic bats and guns. Like little detectives and criminals. My hair obscures my vision.

A pigeon coos and sits on the railing. Egrets pure and white fly this way and that. A brahminy kite calls and circles overhead, propelled by the strong breeze.

Blur. A flock of bright green parakeets.

Trees bend. Branches break. Pink and white blossoms fall to the ground.The coconut fronds sway with the wind. Swishing noises.A train whistles in the distance. Little spirals of steam. And it chugs into view. Dogs bark. A cat darts across the road startling a little baby. *crying*

Clothes flutter and a dupatta struggles to escape.

The clouds move and cover the clear blue sky. A sudden darkness. Lights come on and mothers materialize. The little children hurry inside.
So much before the welcome pitter-patter of the rain. The black tar darkens. Little streams along the road. A waterfall on my window.

A pigeon fluffs itself up and coos.