Indigo hues

Let me take you jogging with me today. Head phones check. socks check. shoes check. shorts check. haha. shirt? CHECK :) I go to this park nearby, 2 minutes by walk, I love it because the path is completely shaded and there aren't too many people around.

On my way I see the gulmohar trees, lined. I dont see as many now a days.. They are so synonymous with my childhood. I love the shade and the comfort they gave me when I sat underneath them. Thank you...

I hope you want to go jogging too....oh come on.. join me:)
Its around 6.30 in the pm. Its bright but not that bright. A light indigo. Monsoon, you see. Good bye. Blue skies. Good bye. There arent too many people out today. Some of the usuals are there though. I can only guess who they are. From the bits of conversation that have jogged alongside me when I pass this group of women in their 60's, I think they are mothers-in law. Then there are these two guys in their 20's who sit on the park bench farthest from the road. They have become increasingly more physical in their affection display over the weeks . Love it. Queer in me , queer I see. There are couples in a spectrum of platonicity, if there is such a word. But I think you get my point. Women, men, nighbours, siblings, lovers, strangers.. in ones and twos. I am the only one jogging, everyone else without exception, WALKS. Aint that something. School girls are still playing in the park. They leave as soon as it gets a dark indigo, somewhere close to black. As usual I smiled at them. They still seem to be in awe. This is what makes me hesitate sometimes. I hold back. In the class system that surrounds me, open display of affection towards all and sundry is not common. The school girls in the park are not home yet and are playing without supervision. They barely have shoes on, and look like they are from poor families. A big giveaway is that they play and go home without supervision. I am guessing the parents aren't home, and the kids play till they know one parent is back. Hey but they are luckier than the kids from wealthier families. Know why? Wealthy family kids go back home with an appointed driver, etc. A parent might be at home, and if not the "help" is. Either way, the kid spends the better part of the evening doing homework. Play is supervised as well, since the parents are hovering around. When will the child develop a sense of independence? The kids from the park have a strong sense of independence but aren't nurtured as much.. either case, you win some you lose some. Anyways, what I was trying to say about the SMILE is that, it is not common to smile at people who are not familiar to you, or the same class as you. There is this unspoken segregation of goodwill. I know it sound ridic, but its invisibly present. Its an understanding..These cutiepie kids hold me in awe instead of just returning my smile. It is sad! sooo sad. I want them to think me their equal, not some lady who jogs with her fancy ipod. I am trying to overcome "their" outlook with small conversations every time I see them.. but it will take a while, coz I am just one person amongst the array they meet everyday.

There's this man and a woman in a far off bench, there is this awkwardness between them. I didnt see them at first, because they were so immobile. I think there is this awkwardness between them, a cute awkwardness. I think they are dating. Oh no.. wait! I think the are newly married. heehee. I saw the glint of her wedding chain. sweet. There's this other bench, with a man, a woman and a child. In the first instant they seem like a family, but they are just too actively conversant to be a family. There's still this initial gleam of excitement of "newness" with each other. The girl and the lady seem like mother and daughter. There is a calmness between them, and both are directing their attention and conversation to the man. He is just as excited to talk to them. I am not being a cynic, but I bet my jogging shoes that they are not a family. The sky is getting into a darker shade of indigo. The shadows are beginning to melt into the light. Coming to think of it, the shadows are of tropical leaves and trees. I havent thought about this before. I had taken the Canadian shadows for granted.. never realized they were different from the ones I had grown up with. hmmm. now I am back again with my childhood and youth. The leaves are points, palmy, just different. Those of you who know Edmonton, the Mutart conservatory rocks :) Try it sometime.

I am later than usual, the group of ladies/mothers-in-law are leaving. I was told that to get good results, I need to jog/run until my legs go jittery. BUt my legs never go jittery.. even after 40 mins. Its always my lack of motivation that stops me. confession of lazy bones if you will. Something to work on. Ahh its suddenly getting a lot darker. A dark shade of indigo, like black grapes. The small round kind. The newly married couple are sitting pretty close. Their hands are overlapping. giggles.. The "family" is still aound. The little girl is playing with the guy's cell phone. He is reaching across the girl's mother who is sitting between them. Ahhh! I should have seen this earlier. If they were a family, the girl would have been sitting in the middle, no? How many of you agree? hmm He is reaching across the lady, and doesnt seem to want to move back to his original position. She is looking at him, ohh wait a minute.. she is lusting. hahaahahaa. Wow, what a sight. They are flirtin... every body movement is an act of seduction. Every careless glance is carrying so much meaning. mmm love it. Most people have left. The queer couple as well. There is no one else.. Ben Harper is crooning in my ear, and the two couples are in the same positions. Of course the "wild life" can now be heard but not seen. I feel like an intruder. I can also no longer even see the flash of their teeth,, its that dark. A dark dark indigo, the shade of a shadow. As I leave the park and start back home, the lights come on. Now the park is a beautiful sight of black indigo interspersed with yellow. The sky is a lighter shade of indigo, the same as it was when the school girls left earlier. If the sky hasn't changed its hue, why has the ground?