The Inevitable Visitor
Written By : Sanjay Shharma After many nights , I slept well last night. Deeply. Perhaps because the cool breeze lingered through the darkness—without the need for an air-conditioner humming in the background—I woke a little later than usual. There is something old-world about such nights. Windows slightly open. Curtains breathing softly with the wind. The distant barking of dogs fading into silence. Sleep arriving not like exhaustion… but like surrender . Not forced. Not chased. Just… allowed. When I step out into the lawn with my cup of chai, the morning still carries traces of that gentleness. It is the month of Jyeshtha —a time usually known for harsh sunlight and restless afternoons. But this year feels different. A rare Adhik Jyeshtha . And strangely, the weather too seems undecided. The air carries warmth… yet the morning holds a softness. A thin veil of clouds slows the sun, and a quiet breeze moves through the trees as if summer itself has paused… as if even nature sometimes ...