a disheveled bed at 1pm..
salaam namaste ..
sweat drenched blue and silver badminton racket..
icy cold water..
softly pampering turquoise robe..
Nelly Furtado crooning Maneater..
a creaking bed under dancing bare feet..
paints and fevicol...
off key birthday jingles..
cards and words from a loving heart...
sleep at last..
PS: was supposed to post it on sunday, but before i could, the net stopped working, so am posting it today
about today... I felt Invisible.. just like the unnoticed tears in my eyes..
