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Those rare moments

I have my limitations. You folks cannot eat the cake and have it too. I am not a 24×7 channel who could be at your service whenever you press the button. I have to give way to mist, snow and rain when you people feel the pinch as a result of my prolonged presence. The accompanying wind? So, that is your problem. Can’t help… they are interrelated. By the way, I’ll be off in a jiffy. Your warm clothes are meant for wearing ; not for dumping in your show cases. Once you are well protected, it is only a question of your attitude, rain or shine. In a place like Vancouver you can always rely on those immortal lines: If winter comes, can spring be far behind?; but in a place like India, it is slightly different… it is something like this: if summer comes; monsoon won’t be far behind; beware! Heard of “There was a roaring in the wind and the rain came heavily and fell in floods”?
The soliloquy over, the sun disappeared, leaving behind a streak of red and orange… the rest of the sky was dull and dusky. People went inside to have a quick glance at the weather chart!

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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