(Missed you today, Langur.)

nothing spectacular about this day.. today.. nothing out of the ordinary.. in the day, so as to speak, or in my schedule.. its all like a clockwork.. perfect order.. schedules.. yet, there is a connection with a certain day in the times bygone.. fast rewind to a couple of years.. yes.. it was the same hot summer.. the same sun shining the same white.. the same warm wind blowing the same dust balls around..

the same lazy summer day.. the same sorta day tailor made apt for a spin outside in the cool insides.. same perfect day for the zoom on the tar stretch.. the same perfect day to see and go over the mirages as you zip by..

same apt day couple of years back.. i was in the cool insides of his white beauty.. rushing past all the mirages.. racing on the empty stretch of the sea-link.. the stereo blasting "saali khushi", "emotional atyachar".. the sun beating down.. bright and white.. nonchalance writ large.. all we cared was just being us.. same day.. today.. but not-same place.. same sun.. same white.. same bright.. same mirages.. same tar.. but not-same stretch.. his white beauty replaced with my black baby.. cool insides remaining same..

just one of those days, when i feel like taking my baby out for a spin on the sea-link and back.. the only thing--there's no sea here.. and so, no link.. but i have my baby with me.. so.. what the heck! a spin nevertheless!