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Lancing through the sliver mist Dissolving the dark shadows in its embrace Bringing back the colors and the glow to what was steeped in a sombre haze The chilly breeze flows as a chariot with the earthy fragrance so sweet and moist The dew gleams on the blossom Swathed in a crisp air, the little birds rejoice I snuggle up in my warm quilt And its a glance I take The crystal rays of the morning sun danced on the window Lighting up the room and kissing me awake

Warm mornings, Or breezy evenings, Whether simmered slowly with a hint of ginger, Or coupled with a dash of elaichi and pepper. When there are showers outside, Or when there is a chill inside. Whether its at home or the nukkad shop at the far end, But definitely never at a CCD or Starbucks, friend. While in a train as it chugs ahead, Or when the bus comes to a halt at end. During conversations that stretch long, Or even when someone is alone and forlorn. When the first rays of the sun light up the floor, Or when the clock strikes a nightly four. Whether you'r paired with Samose fresh out of the skillet, Or frugal on your own with a Parle G packet. When in office and your eyes start drooping, Or by the smirk on the colleague's face you know a chai-break is coming. Whether you come steaming with a lot of milk Or with loads of mom's love blended in. Whether the mood is jubilant, furious, sullen or just fine. A first sip of your hot cup is s...

On usual days, there is a long hiatus between the moment I open my eyes to the one I actually rise from my bed; as a matter of fact I need to go through numerous alarm snoozes and self persuasions before I could get up. In winters, it only becomes more daunting to get out of the warmth of your nestled couch and snuggled quilts. However this day was different. I was woken up by the shrill cadence of the birds twittering in my backyard. There was some magic in the air that pulled me to come out of my bed. I took a deep breath and came out of the quilt, not even waiting to glance at the watch. I got up to find the soft morning light peering through the window blinds at the far end of the room. As I took my way to the window, I could feel the chill of the morning breeze running down my spine. Night dew still clung to the grass and the sight was beautiful. I felt as if countless prisms have been placed on the grass, or if a sheet of silver strewn on the ground . I saw the lemon tree housin...