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In a world where everything has a shelf life, my eye looks on to the eternal.

A damp morning and the waning siren

The morning mist made way for the damp wind.
People chugged along in the daily rut of routine.
Wake up in the morning, rushing for the 10 seconds of green signal waiting for you before a sea of wheels and heads.
I chugged along too, with a watchful eye.
The grey sky, almost colourless, loomed gloom.
The leaves refused to rustle and the wind blew uninhibited.

Some paved the way for others, some for themselves.

Then came along death
Sounding its siren loud
Pulling out everybody from the humdrum of thoughts.
The ambulance went ahead,
Trailing behing questions to ask and answers to seek
With its waning siren.

And everybody limped back to their humdrum of thoughts,
As the siren died silent.

(Un)Interrupted Rain

We're not used to sunsets at 5.30 are we?
We're not used to unannounced rains that come interrupting
right into pleasant temperatures of November evenings.
That's just how the weather is right now.

Like(un)wise (pun intended) We're not, in general accustomed to anything more than the seasonal changes.
But interruptions do happen when ur having a suspiciously smooth ride, whether u like it or not, like the interrupting November rain...
that sets u back.

And the only way to not get stuck in the moment is to have one thing loudest and clearest---

"DONT SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF and its all small stuff".

By the way, that's a nice book i've just begun to read...