The night drinks its last
breath of warmth.
He whistles his best-
some parodies he wishes
to scribble,
but the chill...
It permits him not
to jot down a few lines:
his...
Gifts of heaven fully laden
Lord’s graces in our hearts
Man’s oblivion makes them gone
Forever gone
Let all the boons be given
To enliven
The dead old good spirits...
I should have asked her months ago. But I have been preoccupied with my family’s concerns. How will you protect your wife in that unknown place? What will you do if someone harms her? You have no experience in travel. You don’t even know Hindi. How will you get things done? Why can’t you go someplace nearby, like Munnar? But I had promised Agneta, and I couldn’t break it.
