The lights are low.
Dexter Gordon plays right into my ears.
The ambient silence makes the uninterrupted stream all the more music to my ears.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Saturday, September 20, 2014
It’s Saturday morning and we are still in bed. Arihant is awake and threatens to ruin the tranquil that fills the room. He demands freedom from the crib. I give in and say adios to the ephemeral peace. Ari gives off a shirk as excitement ripples through his body in anticipation of a morning of fun as I pull him out of his nightly confines. He has begun to pick the three languages we speak at home besides his native gibberish. He refuses to shut up.
It’s a good thing I love music and presently wearing my noise-cancellation ear-buds to drown the cacophony. Ari makes a trampoline out of my stomach. His mother pulls herself out of bed, harbingering another day of privileged living.
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