murighonto

i could, but i isn't. stories of a constantly-pained individual.

5/18/2009 08:29:00 AM

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Posted by phish

Monday mornings can be made fresh and crisp with notes from long-lost friends, a dead cellular phone, a cup of freshly brewed Darjeeling and the brittle remnants of a dream at dawn. The mind suddenly lifts above the obvious, the smoke and the haze of a big city and finds itself transported to a winter morning, ten years ago. Wrapped in the comforting smell of a woolen pullover and freshly washed hair.



12 comments:

det-res said...

And this isn't about her? But you?

Smiling Dolphin said...

happy new week!

Pooja Nair said...

I swear i can feel that warmth and smell that smell...i can imagine u as a kid too...awww...

Gauri Gharpure said...

And Monday mornings can become cheerful if kick-started by reading a a sweet-smelling piece of winter memories and such things.. :)

Devil Mood said...

Ah darjeeling...
And that sounds like me, everything always reminds me of something. I get transported around all the time.

radiotooth said...

comfort

the big fish said...

It gets harder to deal with the smells, and the juxtaposing thoughts, of the past when you hit the bed at night.

Particularly, when the lights go out.

P.S. - T, I enjoy reading your thoughts as well as seeing them in those stunning photographs.

Mystique said...

and mornings for me always mean a headache.

errormsg! said...

hmm... as long as we have the tea, and the phone remains dead :)

8seams said...

*wink*

Pooja Nair said...

...up and away!!!!

BG said...

Like.