Contrast

" Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know" 

                                                        - Home, Micheal Buble

This is an excerpt from a conversation I had with a friend from back home.

arunavab: hm

its sunday here

lazy one

week before kalipujo.

streets are lined with baji sellers

and its a mellow autumn sun

with kashphool around

Riddhi: bah...ki shundor

i miss the smell

arunavab: what is it like in the cold country?

Riddhi: it is fall...

the trees vary from bare bodied and scraggly

with branches that lean out and stretch towards u,looking somehow naked and pathetic

to overbearing hues of golden

red

yellow

and a green that is slowly transforming into yellow.

wherever you step, there are leaves cushioning the floor, and twigs.

the sky is generally clear blue with a mass of very white clouds on the horizon

the grass is lush green, well tended and wet with dew which dampens my sneakers as i walk trhough them carrying a cup of coffee in one hand and my satchel in the other.

the weather is temperamental,

ranging from pleasant breeze and sunshine today morning

to gloomy desolate skies with gray rain and purple clouds

to freezing wet dead siletn cold that drills into your bones

to the wind

which doesn't stop

and leaves you breathless.

the canadian geese are always found on the lake, sometimes carelessly blocking your path back to your residence.

and sometimes just occasionally as i come out of my residence

towards the right where the canal is,

a hawk occasionally sits and pins you with a fierce glare.