Window shopping.

I enjoy window shopping ,once in a while.The chiffon's embroidered in shining sequences,the bewitching Benares brocades,the elegant Mysore crepe with their silver borders and the dazzling and dignified Kancheepurams flecked and bordered in golden zari. It is a wonderful past time,guaranteed, to drive away my blues.

Luscious red tomato's, cheery orange carrots, crunchy peas shining through their pods, bubbly bottle green capsicums, tender green spinach's , deep purple brinjals,wine red apples, robustta's,robust in their peels, mounds of golden pulses and dazzling heaps of crystals of sugar are forcing me to stop and stare at the shop's windows, in my daily rounds.

Alas , all these tantalising hues that are so near ,and at once as faraway as a galactic neighbour, pushes me deeper into my winter blues.