Sunday walk

December in Borivili is not hot nor is it cold. A Sunday morning walk is a wade into December darkness with a wooden walking stick knocking. Metro Y pillars in a single row like devotees at temples with hands up in prayers waiting for the trains to run over them. A thin dash of a moon taking me to Hindi poet Muktibodh and his lines: Chand ka moonh tedha.... when me nearly collided with Cookie the brown spaniel and his lady; 'Good morning, so early, Uncle?' they said with Cookie pawing me all over. The morning innings had started with a six and me liked me luck. 'Decembers are pleasant for dogs,' they said; perhaps they could have included humans including me in a a kurta and three quarters. Went our ways wishing a Good Day.... into Devaki Nagar and onto dear old LIC Colony and silent trees on both sides of a turn and twist road...traffic, human and inhuman, absent, being Sunday. Old silk cotton tree and me locked in a hug as it has been quite some time we shook heads. Me does not do anymore a quick walk... halt, look around, take a few steps, repeat the move ... talk to self a lot, do not know what to call it .... not a Thay meditation walk as there is no such Buddha matter involved... Park at the banyan beside Karuna Hospital and lean on banyan aerial roots .... the sky crowded by flying fox moving in to roost upside down from rain trees... they glide the skies, sometimes chased by crows, the politician nosing everyone's affairs like Indian politicians, promising everything, delivering nothing....on Link Road on a coconut palm two black kites seem to be nesting and crows refusing them quiet...do not know how M.Krishnan likes them. Was not aware the morning walk was over as me hit back home, armchair, filter coffee and Ashes at WACA. That Starc ball seems to have hit a crack as it swerved and knocked back the off stump of Vince. Shane Warne thinks it is the ball of this century. Wasim Akram twittered in delight. That was a hard ball. Six innings, Cook and Root, have not done much. Hard luck. When the house sparrows came -- five of them -- for a feed backed by a crow or grey neck. Crows, crows and more of them on Monday when TV channels will yell out Gujarat elections results.... And as is common practice Pusarla Venkat Sindhu loses at Dubai Superseries. She has picked up a bad habit. Will crows and politicians be as stylish...