Ain’t no sunshine…

Peace in winter garden. A morning at Lodi Garden, New Delhi

Peace in winter garden. A morning at Lodi Garden, New Delhi

Uncharacteristically, I missed the first rays of the sun this New Year. Unlike in years past it was a bright, chill, crisp January morning but I malingered, hung-over in bed from too much good wine and bloated from the unkind afterglow of better food.

When I rose, eventually, sunshine pricked my eyes. Light pried my peepers open and begged me to look. An 8 AM sun, even in winter, doesn’t stand up to the freshly unwrapped, dew-speckled, mist-hazed mellowness of early morning. So, with a smidgen each of mawkish longing and awkward penitence, I picked for memory a morning from November this year at Lodi Garden, New Delhi.

It was the morning of Diwali, refreshingly quieter than most I have known. With me were my girls Рwife and daughter both. Autumn had packed its bags and was waiting at the station for a train that took its time coming. Winter was settling in. The sieve of dark canopies strained a lukewarm sun out of the unwilling sky. Rings of nascent mist hung indecisively, unsure of their cue.

It was a morning that begged to stay all day and disappear into me at dusk. And that is the morning I leave you with.

Good morning. And Happy 2014.

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