Winter in the City
One evening,
around this time last year
I caught my everyday train,
the 6:06 Borivali from Bandra.
By a stroke of luck
I got a window seat.
And before Khar
I had dozed off.
My usual power nap
Ended abruptly at Goregaon.
A dark curtain loomed,
stretched taut outside the window
For how long was I out?
Was the train going back
all the way to Churchgate?
Was I approaching burnout?
I looked down
At my faithful Titan
only 6:35
Said my silent companion.
A slight chill
caressed my face, gently
Oh the familiar chill
Cold but warm.
It was the time
when Winter had arrived
to shorten the days
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