June is one of my favourite months: cloud-torn skies, hail, thunderstorms, and sudden rainbows hurriedly splash across the slice of blue - seen from between the skyscrapers.
But the heat is a killer, a convict - going scot-free!
It’s easy to want to be something in June, to want to be alive, and to be living also: to want to push past whatever was holding things back.
This June unlike last year's English was a summer of glass encased crowded places, thoughts - jostling to find a spot, a reprieve from space scavenging.
This June unlike last year's finding off road walkways was about finding corners to revere the expanse the water and sky, really is
The sun cloned into thousands, off the mirror of same skyscrapers.
The daily life superintended by the minute’s hand.
The grey cloud ballooning like canopy over the scintillating skyline across the harbour – now cerebrating the ghostly moonlight
It's easy to be grateful in June, to watch the water dance into millions sails to the wind's tune and trees going wild like on sugar-high without breaking, and to feel glad.
Tiredness matters less when the clear air is full of sparrows' song and belly laughs of divine preschoolers.
The mercury is still playing strong, the temperature flirting with cool, barely.
Above us, flying in wide swooping arcs that make my heart ache with pleasure, birds and planes, alike - streak the summer sky.
June was reading more short stories, getting more words off the page. With a book or two of some sort.
June was subtly moving the compass of relationships with people, with the sidekick, with colleagues, with family, with friends, with self and living.
Copyright © Neerja Yadav