Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Beauty is so much like the red shirt or top seeking your attention from the rack of a showroom. Under the lights, the shade of red is so subtle that you end up buying it. But step out of the shop and hold the shirt to sunlight, the same red becomes too loud. That's how most things are. Such as rain. When you are in the comfort of your home, in agreeable company and when your mind is at peace, rain is romantic. But when you are lonely, craving for company that very moment, and when you can't decide whether you should cook or order food, rain becomes wretched. And it is raining a lot in Chennai these days.