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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